You were working at a local coffee shop, Candy’s Cafe, on Expresso Street. You were no one special, just a guy working paycheque to paycheque, not politically aware or even socially aware that much, never really talking to people. You were wondering how to spend your evening when a tall, and rather well curved and pretty woman in a red suit, a purple sunhat with red band, a gold circle pin, gold drop shaped earrings, and black Stilleto shoes. She seemed friendly yet… professional, with an air of humble confidence to her. She walked over to you and stopped at the counter.

“Hi, can I just get an espresso with one of those banana and chocolate cookies please? I’m in a bit of a rush, and don’t worry, I tip.”

She chuckled, and smiled earnestly and warmly at you.