This was definitely a new place, this was definitely a new atmosphere, and she was definitely a new person.
As Laleh stepped into the building, her eyes wandered around the room meticulously, difficult to follow from behind the squared spectacles that sat comfortably upon the bridge of her nose. Her face was rather neutral, lips forming a small 'o' of wonderment to the area.
Her aquamarine hair fell down in soft, long ringlets, brushing against her cheeks very gently every time she moved. Just by looking at her, she retained an air of innocence, but if you were to look at her clothing, it said slightly different.
The skirt she wore was a few inches above the knee, something that some people still saw as appropriate but others, risque. But the boots she wore more than covered up her bare legs, almost meeting the bottom of the skirt with the top. A dark blue vest that left a very small part of her midrift showing adorned her form.
..Okay, so the outfit wasn't too bad but still!
However, her own clothing wasn't what Laleh was concerned with. No, with a book clutched in her right hand, almost creating the cliche librarian look with that and the glasses, she headed towards the bar. Her steps were light and fluid, as though she weren't even walking at all, merely floating in movement.