<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/JK2JfgvxIxbO_zps2e8e4879.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202758.msg9932062#msg9932062)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving a  coffee shop, heading to NYU (currently walking on the city street) - New York City <br/><strong>Time:</strong> 1:30 ish<br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>  This  (http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ZTzDOztBjdw5_zps329c8f3d.jpg)<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>”Hey sweet…”</strong><br/><br/>A hand was raised to stop the young man in his tracks who had thought he would try his luck with the pretty blonde sitting by the window of the coffee shop. His friends snickered in the corner, which didn’t do great things to his ego, but the cold rejection from the bitch engrossed in the newspaper article about some jewellery exhibit about to hit New York was worse. She  hadn’t bothered to even look up to see who had been trying to talk with her. She simply raised her hand to stop the flow of useless compliments from filling up the dead air between them. <strong>”Bitch!”</strong> he spat in an attempt to ruffle her feathers, and maybe gain a rise from the girl. What he got was more of the same, with a few words added to prove that she had been listening. <br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Harry-winston-mrs-winston-diamond-necklace-profile.jpg)</div><br/><strong>”You say that like it’s a bad thing”</strong> purred Felicia with a tone of voice that was obviously pleased with herself. She cared not for his delicate ego, nor his friends now howling in the corner, thrilled by the crash and burn of their friend. She could have said more, but really… he wasn’t worth the effort.  After all she hadn’t asked for him to come over. In fact, Felicia had made a point at not making eye contact with a single soul, not even the girl serving the coffee. She had kept her eyes on her phone, texting as she ordered the medium dark roast, black. Not even when she had been asked if she wanted sugar… <em>”no, I’m sweet enough”</em> had been her only reply. So forgive her if she wasn’t over the moon at this jerk who thought it wise to disturb her during her afternoon break.  <br/><br/>Glancing at her watch she signed. She had a class in about twenty minutes. Gathering her books and the paper together, Felicia placed them back into the black leather satchel that had seen better days and swallowed the remains of her coffee. She got to her feet with cat-like grace and brushed past the fool still staring down at her like she was going to wilt under his hot glare. <strong>”If that was meant to be intimidating you might want to work on it in front of a mirror. Come back when you’ve found your game”</strong> she taunted before escaping the coffee shop, leaving the young men behind and most certainly forgotten!  <br/><br/>The day was sunny. People all around her were… well this was New York after all, it’s not like they were skipping down the street ready to break out into song at any moment. However, there was an odd smile that came her way… mostly by men who turned to watch her hips sway as she walked. Felicia didn’t return their inquisitive stare. However, she did stop to drool over a lovely diamond necklace that screamed out “take me!” <br/></div>