Evangeline nods graciously, and then sits, leaning her satchel against a table leg. "Rainy nights?"
She smiles and cradles her glass, swirling the spirits around, "Can't say that I do, personal preference." She pulls at a lock of hair and winks, "Makes my hair frizzy."
She holds out a hand, "I'm Evangeline, forgive me for intruding upon your musings."
She smiles and cradles her glass, swirling the spirits around, "Can't say that I do, personal preference." She pulls at a lock of hair and winks, "Makes my hair frizzy."
She holds out a hand, "I'm Evangeline, forgive me for intruding upon your musings."