This early Saturday morning, you are sitting at a table with a cup of coffee - your usual place in the small cafe. The noise and bustle of the morning rush crowds out the traffic noises outside, but you stare out the window anyway. There is a light drizzle, so umbrellas dance down the street sheltering quickened steps that splash on sidewalks and crosswalks. The smell of coffee grounds and fresh espresso permeates the air. Your thoughts drift.

You hear the sound of someone clearing their throat and turn to see a woman with brown hair and a blouse that reveals her shoulders leaning into your field of view with a polite smile.

"Hello," she says with a polite smile. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She indicates the only other chair at your table. "The rest of the cafe appears to be full. I promise I won't be a nuisance." She proffers a glimpse of the book she intends to read - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.