<div class="floatleft">(http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/3152/004blondeingray.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nicole "Smiley" Anderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721854#msg10721854)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at Giorgio's<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ethan, Moses, Morgan<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.hotelegancia.com/pic/Modern-Dress/french-connection-39-animal-mechanical-39-print-sheath-dress-daisy.jpg<br/><hr/>From a simple taxicab stepped a woman who appeared out of place despite her apparent attempts to blend in.  Her blonde hair was carefully done in an updo, and simple glasses that sparkled in the dim lighting of the restaurant.  The dress she wears has simple fraying, suggesting that she'd worn it once too often, and the soft and unsteady sway of her gait suggested that she'd never had the chance to fully master wearing heels for any significant length of time.<br/><br/>The soft tremble of her body didn't help her balance to any significant degree.  She glanced over the clothes of each of the new people before looking to their faces, appearing reasonably acceptable to Moses' attire but either confused or slightly irritated at Morgan's choice in clothes.  "Bonjour," she said with an accent thick enough to cut with a knife, before pausing for a moment.  "Hello."  Her brows furrowed just a little, and her hand started to move to her face before she stopped it.  "I mean hello.  I will endeavor to the English language."<br/><br/>Her pace sped up just a little too rapidly, sending her falling as one heel didn't quite find the floor properly.  Only by quickly outstretching her hand did she catch herself, turning her cheeks a stark crimson in the process.  Her eyes went down to the floor as she took a seat, virtually begging people not to look at her.  Once seated, she produced a pocket French-English dictionary from her purse, flipping it open in order to have the book readily accessible.