A gentle hum, followed by the idle swing of her arms, Gin waited for you in front of a shop. Her movements flowed with grace, her dress fitting her frame perfectly.

Once you showed, a soft smile presented itself on her face. It wasn't often you saw her smile, but it was elegant every time you had the fortune of viewing it.

"Thanks for joining..." Her voice was sweeter than anything. It was rare she spoke (she normally opted for writing), yet Gin always had words to say to you.