<br/><br/>Alise entered the shop and looked around. She was desperately hungry, and in need of a good sugar fix. Looking at the counter and windows, she decided that she had no idea what she wanted, so she found a table and sat down. Her red hair was pulled back into a messy twist, and she wore a pair of boot leg jeans and a green sweater. The cold had brought color to her normally pale pink cheeks, and her lips were slightly chapped from the weather. Pulling out a tube of lipgloss from her pocket, she re-applied it to take care of the painful cracks and observed the room. There were a variety of people and creatures congregating here, but she felt like sitting for a while. Once she saw an opening, she might strike up a conversation, but she was cold and tired. Another audition had led nowhere, and constant rejection took its toll on a young woman. Sighing with disappointment, she considered her sweet options and tried to forget about the unimpressed talent agents.