“ Can I help you ? “ Clemence mustered the brunette who approached the Grotta Ambrata. She’d been looking at her phone for a moment, had seemed unsure about where she was headed – or perhaps she was waiting for someone, who really knew. Yet, the brief unsureness had been picked up on. “ Are you looking for something ? “ From the outside windowsill he picked up the ashtray he’d brought with him from inside. Funnily enough an ugly pink and white something made of clay with a smiling hello kitty in the middle of it. He put out his cigarette on her face– never not amused by the ugly contrast between his smoke and the kitten face. Ocean eyes wander towards the woman once more because if she was truly looking for a certain establishment in the street then perhaps he could’ve sent her on her way with some help. : @ard0rs
