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There we were. Just standing together. I longed to speak to her, to know her name, to know her story. I didn't know anything, but I wanted to know everything. You know when people have those eyes that you just get lost in. You want to know everything they have seen, everything they have felt.
The unmistakable smell of coffee hit like a wave as she walked into the cafe. The noises of the busy street were replaced with small talk and clinking cups. A place of warmth and welcoming that no one could appreciate as much as her. She found a seat by the window and as she sat, she unwrapped her scarf and removed her beanie. The coldness of winter forgotten as her mind became lost once again in her safe place.