Rise and shine, Mayor Pauline. Your city is ready for you.

...well, so I'd like to think, if it wasn't so terribly early in the morning. I suppose I spent too long at last night's gig, with one too many long conversation, political and trivial, and it's not exactly easy running an entire city while also pursuing your love for music! But hey, a woman can try, and I would say I don't do half bad for myself.

Now, what to wear...the glamorous red dress could probably stay for a different occasion, so the red pantsuit will have to do for now. Can't forget about the hat. Now, I just need to brush do the old morning routine and pretty up my hair before putting it on...oh, and my make-up...not too much, I think...eyeshadow, lipstick, and nail polish...yep! You look like a million coins, Pauline.

Now, it's about time I paid my favorite city a visit!

. . .

"Mmm. Mm mm mm." Breakfast doesn't miss around here. I always stop by this nice cafe to pick up a few pastries for myself. It wasn't too much of a surprise for people to see me around, since I'm the type of mayor that actually tries to interact with her citizens. Isn't it not a reward in itself to see a smile of everyone's faces wherever you go? I can't describe it, but it feels like a pleasant jazz tune being played wherever I go!

And wherever I go happens to be accidentally into a stranger.

Little too focused on the music there, Pauline.

"Jeez, I'm sorry," I glanced at the stranger, giving an apologetic laugh, and quickly recollected myself and my bearings. At least I wasn't holding a coffee this time around. Would've been a disaster. "Oh, say...you don't look like you're from around here. You a tourist? If so, let me give you a warm welcome, from Mayor Pauline herself!"