Ah, the deep orange sunset after a whole day of cloudy weather. Alisa had a hunch the skies might finally clear up, and could now see how that guess had proved correct, from the best possible seat. Seaside Café such as these prove ridiculously popular at this time of the day - for reasons anybody sitting here might immediately figure out - blessing everyone's eyes at any given moment. Alisa had ordered herself a fruity little cocktail, a Blue Lagoon, and took graceful little sips from it as she uncrossed her legs, then crossed them the other way. She had one elbow rested on the table, crossed under her full bosom, that hand slowly flipping through the pages of a book.
One that had been recommended to her by a thoroughly charming girl with a heavenly visage, and though Alisa had already known the writer beforehand, everytime she read one of his works she couldn't help but think back to the woman named Bianca. Their meeting had been short, but beautiful, like the fleeting life of a butterfly, and though she'd always known there had been more than met the eye with that girl, she never had the time to find out what. It had and would no doubt remain a mystery for a long time yet, which did nothing but throw fuel into the fire of her unyielding curiosity, "Whatever could she be up to now?"
At this point, however, Alisa's eyes saw nothing but the beauty of this sunset in all it's orange (and soon to be purple) hues, watching the mesmerizing harmony it created as the light flowed through the blue liquid of her cocktail. A synesthesia of scents, sounds and scenes as the Ocean's song lulled her into a blissful state of relaxation, where she barely even acknowledge the people looking at her like she so often did. Her choice of dress had that effect, gracefully baring her shoulders in a combination of youthful pink color and sinful short size, with the tight squeeze around her chest implying it might indeed have been made for a woman a couple sizes smaller.