It was a new restaurant, people were slowly filing in through the doors in meager amounts. Tossing her hand loosely in one direction, stands a snow-coloured dragonette, in a rather indescript uniform. She bows a little forward, eyes still fixed upon you then begins to lower her hand, curling her fist around the end of the ribbon fastened to her wrist. Red hair that seems to have a natural fade to black near the root is brushed to one side, as to not fall afront both of her green eyes. She sighs gently. "Table for one, then? You're lucky, we have one table left, but it's in the closed room, past here..." She mutters. One doesn't notice it at first, until her uniform gleams a little in the dim, focused light. But her face is flacked with small blacks.

"What do you mean, a table for two, all of a sudden..?"

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Myeah, Anyone wanna help me name this one?