Masa decided to leave the hotel she was staying at and see the sights.
Masa would watch the events going on carefully. Indeed, she was still in a village that was strange to her. She had been to the villages briefly, when she was an ANBU, but never out in the open. She clunked past some stores and clubs, deciding what to do when she found a nice little cafe. She approached the cafe and found that they were serving steamed milk. Truthfully, she loved just a cup of it by itself. She liked alcohol but when she could not have it or was not in the mood, she enjoyed that much more.
She sat in the little cafe and began to people watch, a favorite past time of hers. She watched people interact with others and with the shops. Compared to Mist, they seemed a little more uptight in their movements, but maybe Masa was being a little biased. She missed her home.
"Your steamed milk, miss." a waiter said carrying over her milk.
She smiled at the polite waiter, calling her a miss instead of a ma'am. He was trying to downplay her age. It was nice but a lie. She accepted the drink and continued to people watch. There was a certain electricity in the air, she noticed. They were maybe a little uptight but when they saw something they wanted, these folks decided then and there that they wanted it. Mist folk her for fluid and took longer to decide.
Masa smiled and sipped her milk.
Masa would watch the events going on carefully. Indeed, she was still in a village that was strange to her. She had been to the villages briefly, when she was an ANBU, but never out in the open. She clunked past some stores and clubs, deciding what to do when she found a nice little cafe. She approached the cafe and found that they were serving steamed milk. Truthfully, she loved just a cup of it by itself. She liked alcohol but when she could not have it or was not in the mood, she enjoyed that much more.
She sat in the little cafe and began to people watch, a favorite past time of hers. She watched people interact with others and with the shops. Compared to Mist, they seemed a little more uptight in their movements, but maybe Masa was being a little biased. She missed her home.
"Your steamed milk, miss." a waiter said carrying over her milk.
She smiled at the polite waiter, calling her a miss instead of a ma'am. He was trying to downplay her age. It was nice but a lie. She accepted the drink and continued to people watch. There was a certain electricity in the air, she noticed. They were maybe a little uptight but when they saw something they wanted, these folks decided then and there that they wanted it. Mist folk her for fluid and took longer to decide.
Masa smiled and sipped her milk.