The cafe

~Preview~

Nia ran her fingers through her pastel hair, consisting of pinks, purples, and blue. She let her hair fall down her back looking around the cafe for a sort of muse.
Waving her artist pen through her fingers, stopping to sketch the same things and looking up when she hears to cafe bell ring. She sighs and jumps up when a hand slams on her table and she looks up shakily to see a medium sizes male. Thin, but not unhealthy, with long blonde hair, down to his chin and an angry scowl as if she had done something wrong, "Oi! Back off! This is my table"