Curious thoughts appear clearly across my face. Obvious enough, even I notice. Taking another sip of coffee, and removing the straw for the last taste of caramel, I collect my things and walk to the door, with a grin teasing my lips. She stands in the rain, outside of a corner building, putting on her silver scarf that's barley visible under a black trench coat, pulled loosely around the girl. She was obviously used to the un-naturally cool weather, though I don't know how anyone could get used to this...like the weather...there was a certain..."air" about her that seemed so... un-natural..