Angelique slipped her phone back into the oversized handbag on her shoulder. "I knew he was married when he gave me his cell number," she commented dryly, dangling an iced coffee in her other slim hand. She touched the second chair at the handsome man's table. It was perfectly placed with an unobstructed view of the arguing couple, yet the man with the cell phone wouldn't be able to see her. "Do you mind?"
Today, she had fast-forwarded her usual wardrobe by a few decades. Her flared trousers were authentic vintage, though her platform heels were knock-offs and the low-cut wrapped top was handmade from a vintage pattern bought off eBay. Her long, dark brown hair was fluffed and feathered in a more modern interpretation of Seventies style.
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Date: 2016-03-26 03:31 pm (UTC)Today, she had fast-forwarded her usual wardrobe by a few decades. Her flared trousers were authentic vintage, though her platform heels were knock-offs and the low-cut wrapped top was handmade from a vintage pattern bought off eBay. Her long, dark brown hair was fluffed and feathered in a more modern interpretation of Seventies style.