Elm is not the main street in the city, not even the busiest, but it is known for its abundance of unique places to shop.

And shopping Vianne was. At least, she had been. Now the evidence was scattered at her feet in the form of several bags and a box. She sat on a stone fixture outside of a shop, used to house plants in the summertime. But, being winter, it now held only a few brown stalks which blew patheticly in the wind.

She was searching in that long red coat of her's for something, and had been for quite some time now. Her thin hands with their long fingers quickly moved from pocket, to pocket, to pocket.. Who knew a coat could have so many pockets to lose things in?

After a moment, Vianne withdrew a hairband from some secret crevice. She pulled her dark caramel blonde hair back into a high ponytail with it, and then pulled her leather gloves back on her hands. She then laced her fingers together and settled them in her lap, looking each way down the street.

Foot steps sounded down the street as the 20 year old raced from a shop, the owner shoting at him thru the doorway. Seya stopped abrubtly as he came across Vianne, stuffing the loaf of bread into his coat pocket. Eyes scanned her, and he smiled, brushing short strands of black hair from his face. He cleared his throat, standing tall in front of her, the bread sticking slightly out of his pocket. Seya had very few friends now that he'd moved here, and he intended to make some before too long. As he awaited her to look up, he shifted his weight slightly, chains clancking together loudly. He also glanced up at the store he was now in front of, noting that he might need to go in there, and then lookong back down at Vianne.

Boy, she had been shopping a lot.