You were in the Weathervane, quietly sipping your coffee as you sat with one leg crossed over the other, staring out of the window.

You were then taken away from your daydreaming when the sound of the entrance bell jingled, a tall, sleek woman walking in, peeling away two leather gloves from her slim hands. Everything about her screamed power, elegance and stature... and she seemed to notice you staring at her.

She gave you a small nervous smile, nodding her head in greeting before turning her attention back to the barista, ordering herself a hot chocolate.

“Thank you.” The taller woman said politely, holding her hot chocolate in a tight grip before making her way over toward a window booth, stealing a few glances at you before looking back out at the window.