With the aroma of fresh made tea and roasted coffee in a little cafe which was barely opened for its morning shift, the regular crowd shifted in and out of the place.
Among the shuffling, Virginia had sat down at the far end next to a window seat, staring at the awakening street outside the cafe. She then glanced at the steaming light brown liquid of the tea she just bought. She sighed, clearly in a melancholy mood, which was easily spotted by the dullness in her two color eyes. The green and brown orbs went back to looking out the window, clutching the tea a little tighter.