Slender fingers smoothed silver hair out of her face.  Dark eyes looking over the shop before she would move inside.  It was tiny, but cozy, the heady aroma of chocolate with a spicy undertone of cinnamon and pleasure.  That tilt of her head as she would move slowly within the confines of the building, hovering by the door for a moment, merely taking in those who were already inside, milling about, perhaps waiting for their orders to be filled.  She would smile, a wry twist of lips, merely watching.  Voyeuristic, her thumb hooking into the edge of her belt, resisting the sweet smell of cocoa that begged her to order..