I walked into a coffee shop , wrapped in a thick, beige coat; the weather these days were unusually chilly. Raising my head, i spotted a lady in her mid thirties waving at me from the back end of the Cafe as i strode over to her table.
"I apologize for my tardiness...." - I muttered, stroking some strands of hair from my face. "You must be Anne Moreau, right?"
"Yes,i am. And it's no problem, i barely just got here too." - She waved her hands dismissively, while straightening her black waist coat with a professional smile.
I took a seat opposite hers, my eyes fixated at the glass windows - tranced in the serene view outside. Soft, pillows of cold snow were piled up in the streets, accompanied by bright lights and people walking around in companies.
"Would you like some tea or coffee..
