Zoraida had decided to walk home to her beach house from her offices located in the centre of the town. It was actually quite far, farther than she had anticipated and further than one should probably ever want to walk in red patent leather high heels. Despite having sore feet, Zora knew she needed to calm herself down after such a hard, very weird and just extremely out there day.
As she slowly walked along the streets lost in thought, she came upon a building that had stairs leading down to what looked like a bar or pub of some sort called the Oasis. Stopping, Zoraida, contemplated quietly the building before her for a long moment, for some reason it reminded her of an English pub that she used to frequent sometimes when she was younger and studying in northern London.
And before she could think twice, Zoraida found herself descending the stairs and opening the door to the bar. The Oasis was exactly as she suspected and hoped it would be. Small, cozy and welcoming, and it had that English pub vibe that she had been expecting. Glancing around, she saw that it was actually quite busy and that most of the tables had people sitting at them. Deciding then and there, that she could use a moment to rest since her feet were killing her, Zoraida walked over to the bar, hopped up on a bar stool and waited for the bartender to come over and serve her.
@Fletcher
As she slowly walked along the streets lost in thought, she came upon a building that had stairs leading down to what looked like a bar or pub of some sort called the Oasis. Stopping, Zoraida, contemplated quietly the building before her for a long moment, for some reason it reminded her of an English pub that she used to frequent sometimes when she was younger and studying in northern London.
And before she could think twice, Zoraida found herself descending the stairs and opening the door to the bar. The Oasis was exactly as she suspected and hoped it would be. Small, cozy and welcoming, and it had that English pub vibe that she had been expecting. Glancing around, she saw that it was actually quite busy and that most of the tables had people sitting at them. Deciding then and there, that she could use a moment to rest since her feet were killing her, Zoraida walked over to the bar, hopped up on a bar stool and waited for the bartender to come over and serve her.
@Fletcher