Alyssa turned from the coffee stand with a steaming cup, just in time to catch the eye of a fellow female, sitting all alone at a nearby table. She had an aura of Nervousness and Loneliness about her, if Alyssa said so herself. Perhaps a Tragic Past. Auras were always iffy. Never quite solid. She eyed the girl, wondering if her presence might soothe her a bit. Though Alyssa tried to say that she didn't have a "type," this girl was far from hers. Firstly, her clothes were obviously all polyester fibers, and that said a lot. But Alyssa firmly believes in neighborly love and world peace, and the girl looked lonely.
"Ciao," she said, smiling at the girl and pulling out a chair beside her. She sat down, crossed her stocking'ed ankles, and held the hot cup in her be-ringed fingers. At this range, her aura was betraying some definite signs of Uncertainty. Guilt? Perhaps Wistful Longing. "Waiting for someone?"
Alyssa was momentarily distracted by a boy who walked by, his aura glaring with Haughtiness. She turned back to the Lonely One, and sipped her coffee. Mm.
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