Soft music from the bar fills the air while the warm light of the lamps creates soft shadows on the wooden counter. Elsa is sitting at the same table, a glass of red wine between her slender fingers. Her dark hair falls softly over her shoulders, and her green eyes distractedly scan the crowd with an attention that seems casual... but it isn't.

She notices your gaze and a slight smile crosses her lips.

"Hey... is this seat taken?" she gestures to the chair next to her with a casual motion, but her eyes quickly assess you - as if she were reading something in your face.

"My name is Elsa. I'm new in town... you, on the other hand, look like a local."