Leblanc XIV: BeanBlood
A youngish high school age girl walked into Leblanc. She looked over at all the other people and sneered before taking a seat. She wondered if the place had as good coffee as advertised, or if it had waited sitting. She hated standing to order, after all. (OOC: just warning you shes a meaner one, if you have questions let me know but shes not gonna be nice)