Familiar Faces
(Open) Leigh was out on a late lunch break after finishing what seemed like a mountain of referal paperwork comparable to Mount Everest. She walked the short distance to the little shopping district a few blocks from her office, pulling her scarf up over her mouth. The air was a bone chilling twenty-three degrees, with a ninety percent chance of heavy snow for the evening. Leigh loved this kind of weather. It was perfect for the simpler things in life, like hot chocolate. The doctor stopped at a little street vendor, one of the few bold enough to stand and vend despite the freezing temperature. And it seemed to be paying off judging from the line of about ten or twelve people waiting for their confections. Leigh joined the line, breathing out and watching her breath crystalize before her. Then she turned her attention to the crowd, passivley watching the shoppers to pass the time. One individual stood out in particular. As soon as she recognized who it was, her heart skipped a beat.









