She yawns and goes to make a late cup of coffee.

Once it's done. She blows the steam off and sips it. Yes. She likes her coffee dark. Like her soul.

She sips her coffee staring out the front window. She's pretty tired. But will stay up. Customers may walk in.

She finishes her coffee and sets the mug down. /Really/ wishes there was a little bit more.

Gothic reads her poetry book while drinking a cup of coffee. It's never too late for coffee.

Gothic trots down the streets of Ponyville. She only needs groceries. Nothing else.

Goth trots around PonyVille. Same miserable look as always.

She sits on the same bench. Not noticing Misty Shadows at first.

She jumps a bit when looking over at Misty Shadows. "Yeah...No problem." She scoots over.

"No problem." She says with her dull tone. She opens her bag and pulls out her poetry book. (Misty Shadows)

"Gothic. Gothic Love. Pleasure to meet you Misty Shadows" she gives a friendly smirk.

She sighs and sips her coffee. Not much going on today. Except relaxing.

Once her coffee mug she stands and places it in her sink. Guess to get outside and...socialize.

She steps out of her house and takes a deep breath. She loves the feeling of the cold air.

Gothic sits on her couch. She's nice and warm, while being curled up with a book.

Gothic brushes her mane while humming a tune. She does have a rather sweet voice.

Goth sits on a park bench and yawns. Today has been rather unproductive.

She sits alone in her house. Who needs love? Who is she kidding. She's alone.

She sips her tea as she reads her romantic novel. It's too quiet. Just the way she likes it.

She would go outside but doesn't want to be seen...single. She has yet to meet her significant other.