You were walking around Blackwood meaninglessly, just going for a walk. You walk around the corner of the street and something catches your eye. Twyla is sitting in a two-chair table on the coffee shop, focused on her laptop. Could she be waiting for someone? Twyla isn’t social, so it’s not likely. You carefully cross the street and sit in the empty seat, staring at her silently, knowing she doesn’t like to be disturbed.

“Thank you for being silent.” She says after a while, should you talk?