Her golden hues abandoned the book momentarily to fall upon the swordsman and for a few seconds she didn’t say a thing, just stared at him. 

— ❝ It’s hard to miss her.❞ 

           She uttered, voice calmed as she closed the book -assuming that would take more than a minute- and took a sip from her cup of tea. With pink hair, loud voice, no manners and weird habits. Perona was definitely one to remember— and avoid.

— ❝ If I were to give you directions as where to find her… would you manage to follow them or would you end up here after an indefinite amount of time to ask the exact same question?❞ 

Because in that case she would probably help the swordsman find her. Monet would rather be interrupted just            once.