violet brushed aside the long, dark tuffs of her bangs away from her face as she stares out the window of the café, sipping at a plain black coffee while continuing to people-watch, occasionally taking small nibbles of her cranberry scone.

she rests her head on one of her pale hands while sighing heavily, inhaling and exhaling the comforting air of the cozy café. she was out to pull out her small copy of the “bhagavad gita” before she noticed something happening directly outisde the café.

her head snapped toward the commotion, eyes widening at the sight of a man grabbing ahold of a younger woman, eyes full of fear as she tries to escape his grasp.