<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.diarynote.jp/photo/l/20060820/60264_20060820225603.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gouf Custom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>City Boulevard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>taking the lay of the land<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Camisole, shorts, modest wedge.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The morning sun shone brightly, and cheerfully in the blue sky as soft white puffy clouds floated lazily along. A warm breeze carried the smell of salt of the Mediterranean as the people strolled along. Though if one were to look carefully, they would see fear hidden behind the smiling faces, and warm eyes. People trying to live their lives as if everything was normal, and yet things were not normal. But Humanity was nothing if not adaptable.<br/><br/>The sound of the modest cork wedges that Gouf wore made a soft clomp upon the side walk as the blue haired young woman walked along the avenue. Her red eyes scanning the environment, ignoring the many appreciative stares she was getting from the male population as her long toned legs flexed, and relaxed with each step she took. Her gait purposeful, and confident.<br/><br/>Though Gouf would come to a stop before a small bistro as the smell of eggs, bread, and butter hung in the air and called to her appetite. She had not had any dinner the previous night due to the hast of their departure, and her stomach gave a small gurgle of protest. "Pardonnez-moi, Madame. Voulez-vous un siège, et dîner avec nous?" A young man in a waiter's outfit would ask as he approached Gouf. Gouf turned her attention to the young man, and was quiet a moment as she remembered her french classes from the Academy. Languages was one of the prerequisites, and each girl was expected to learn at least three separate languages on top of their native language. It helped with communication as the girls were from all around the world. The Waiter was asking if Gouf would like to have a seat and eat at the bistro. Oui, s'il vous plaît, ce serait merveilleux" She stated with a shockingly warm smile that would have had those at the Academy question if this was actually Gouf or some imposter considering Gouf's normal stoicism.<br/><br/>The waiter would lead Gouf to a small table where she sat down with a marvelous view of the sea, and the street. It also afforded her a vantage point in which to observe the coming, and goings up and down the street. "Et qu'est-ce que la jeune Dame aimerait boire ce matin?" The waiter asked as he set a menu down before her. Café s'il vous plaît, avec de la crème et du sucre." Gouf replied with a quiet, almost dainty voice. The waiter smiled as Gouf ordered a cup of coffee with creme and sugar. Excellent choix. Je vais le faire sortir." He replied as he drew up a table, and pressed on the screen with a couple of taps and then darted off to fetch Gouf's drink while she peruse the menu. Though as she did this, she was watchful for any signs of the rogue MS Girls.