She took my coffee out of my hand, and then sat down next to me. I put down my newspaper. It was cold, and she wrapped her hands around the warm cup. Then she looked at me, while bringing the cup to her lips, her eyes glittering at me over the rim. Her eyes were large, and gray, like a rain cloud, with raindrops ready to fall.
Then she put the cup back down in front of me. I tilted my head slightly, she only looked at me.
Do I know you?
You might.
Her voice was soft, and husky yet sweet. She stood up, buttoning the two buttons left on her dirty brown coat. With a weak smile she turned her back to me, and walked fo