[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191027/928135d44d59176b7471aa1a713ef1cd.png[/img][hr]It was just the time of day Sia enjoyed most. Back home, this would be when the majority of people were rushing home or rushing out, busy with families or avoiding them. It was a time where most people were more concerned with themselves than with others for once. It was then - and now - that Sia chose to enjoy it by sitting alone at an outdoor restaurant and sipping on a delicious [i]caffè americano.[/i] She'd only spent a few months in Italy, but she had admit the food and drink were something else. In fact, sampling the local flavors was a growing passion of hers. 

[i]I should write a food blog,[/i] she mused, occupying her time with people-watching as she enjoyed her drink. Lately, with all the disappearances making the news, Sia had actually felt more comfortable in public than out of it. Of course, this only meant in situations like the one she was currently in. Alone, but surrounded by people. Ignored by most as she sat tucked away in the patio's corner. Here in the little space she occupied in Florence, she kept her eyes on the crowds and slowly drank her beverage.

Nothing and no one stood out to her, not yet anyway. She'd been feeling unnerved since her meeting with the strange pink haired man. The mere thought that there were other people that had some kind of... [i]ability[/i], similar to hers, was also unnerving. Ah, maybe she wanted to go home and be truly alone after all. Sia sighed to herself, pulling out a small notepad from her purse and jotting something down in it. [i]The caffè americano at Oblate is good. 4/5. Or like 8/10?[/i]