Gabby stepped off her plane and sighed. She had just come back fom visiting her home counrty, and was a little uneasy. America was a great, beautiful, free willing country, but France was her home after all. Here, people didn't have French accents, which she did. Picking up her black purse, and rolling her luggage behind her, Gabriella walked into the airport, leaving the rest behind. Gabby was a beautiful girl, who was sometimes noticed for her work, but she liked to blend in at times. With her long dark hair down, she ran her fingers through it, combing it out. "I need a espresso... " Sighing again, she walked down the airport with hr luggage, looking for a coffie shop.