The sun had shifted to its noon position when she left the dainty little clinic as her stomach grumbled, demanding to be filled. Among the many items she bought while shopping, ramyun was probably her biggest purchase since she bought at least ten of those. Maybe she could have those for lunch? Yes. Adjusting her checked scarf, footfalls pounded along the sidewalk in harmony to the sound of her groaning belly. She was in quite a hurry as her inn was on the other side of the city and she didn’t bring extra money to hire a cart back. The suddenly frigid breeze sent shivers down her spine as she visibly shuddered, standing with about five other people in wait of a green light to cross the street.

Ocean-blue optics searched the mob in pursuit of the unknown person. Thanks to his remarkable hairdo, Bianca was able to spot him at first glance and immediately reached for a tap on his shoulder, retracting her hand quickly as if she was expecting a wild reaction. Some people didn’t like getting taps on their shoulders, or any foreign contact to their skin for that matter. If he did respond impolitely, she would just smile and turn away. Otherwise she would proceed to greet and ask him if he knew any good ramen places around here. “I’m from outside of Crocus, so it would be fantastic if you could direct me there,” she would continue to say in the case that he did know a good ramen place. Contingent upon the fact that he agrees, Bianca would decide to invite him, too. She didn’t mind good company on a lonely afternoon.

The vehicle began to move in the direction that the male had given. While it shook quite vigorously due to the uneven roads, Bianca held a hand to her chest in order to keep her cleavage unexposed. Realising that the both of them weren’t aware of each other’s names yet, she decided to be the one to ask first. “What’s your name, by the way? Mine’s Bianca,” she chirped, a cheerful smile plastered on her face as she stared at her companion with her captivating teal hues. She was observing his behaviour, as she always did with people she had just met. It was an inevitable habit that she had developed - a technique to get ideas for characters in her own writings. It would be a matter of minutes before the stranger grew either tired, annoyed or embarrassed about this. Hopefully, she would know to stop before any of that happened.