The frigid cold that wrapped around Astera wasn't the most pleasant thing to Veronica. Of course, the cold weather was never something she liked to begin with, which was funny since she wielded Frost magic. Strutting down the main street of Astera, swaddled in a luxuriously thick white fur coat, the glamorous daemon had nowhere in particular to be. Having just got done meeting with a few potential clients in regards to a new pharmaceutical of her own making, Veronica was in a particularly good mood. Having been in Fiore for a few months now she created a source of income for herself. Dabbling in Fiore's underbelly, Veronica took to pushing products that were in high demand due to the potency, and the fact that it was made from her hand, meaning no one else had what she was selling.

Moving away from the main street and toward the more desired part of town, where the rabble couldn't even afford the clothing in the thrift shops. Veronica decided to have a celebratory drink as a congratulation for today's success. She would find herself in a lounge that gave off a warm and inviting vibe where her coat was taken from her and she was sat down at a table near the window so that she could watch the snow fall. Dressed in a sleeveless, form-fitting white dress with lace trim near the cleavage, white boots that came up to her thighs, a black choker, and a headband to hold her hair back but leaving full bangs to frame her face, You'd think Ms. Wintour was waiting on her date. Not even a moment after she was sat down she was presented with a small but well-put-together waitress with bone straight black hair and violet eyes. The young woman went over the menu and drink menu before leaving Veronica to decide what she wanted.

Soft jazz filled the area of the lounge as Veronica sat and stared at the drink menu. It had been a while since she was alone like this, at peace, and utterly disgusted about it. Sighing she called over the waitress and placed an order for their monthly special drink which was an apple and jasmine pear martini. with her order placed she would sit back in her chair and stare out as the scenery.

Upscale places were the best usually. The wait for things was shorter and hardly anyone acted out of place, or at least they didn't do so in the way the common folk would. Lost in the swirl of the snow, Veronica was pulled back to reality when she heard a voice that belonged to the waitress that had been serving her. A frosty gaze looked down at the girl even as they were at eye level. Veronica didn't expect anyone to be paying for her drink but she wouldn't say no either.

Mr. Morningstar? Had she heard of that name before? Perhaps in passing but because he wasn't relevant to whatever she had going on currently she couldn't pin where she might have heard of the name. Plucking the drink from the little platter she took a sip and directed her gaze at the source of her free refreshment. With an elegant flick of the wrist, she waved him over to the table. If her was giving free drinks he surely wanted something, and if he did want something, well he would have to work to get it. Perhaps he was being nice, perhaps her beauty caught his attention, whatever the reason was she going to keep the ball in her court. He was handsome though she had to give him that. Well dressed, much different from the usual suit and tie set up she saw around the place. It was refreshing and a welcomed sight. Perhaps this night will end better than she expected?

For all the ice breakers, compliments, and pickup lines in the world this man could have chosen, he instead chose to ask her about her scent? With a smile and a frosty gaze over at the man, she opened her mouth to speak. Oh, no. I believe what you smell is simply a woman who takes exceptional care of herself. Though the flowers I choose to bathe in help a bit. Her voice wasn't as cold as her gaze. In fact, when she spoke it was pleasant and welcoming, comfortable in fact. Moving her gaze from the man and back out of the window she really did apprciate the beauty of the snow, even though it was cold and wet. Name's Veronica, yours? Folding one leg over the other as she introduced herself, the ice mage turned her attention back to the man. She couldn't very well keep her eyes off such a handsome specimen for too long.