Clarinet could drive. It was something she did. But her car remained in it's location under the car park. Car keys in hand, she wondered down the sidewalk, trying to keep her eye on a bird. The bird was large, she could see that much. She guessed the wingspan to be somewhere between one and twenty feet. Twenty seemed quite high to her, and one seemed rather low, but she supposed it could not hurt to assume a wide variety of options. If she had to confirm a definite size, she'd probably say about five feet and four inches. But that was how tall she was, so maybe she was bias to that size.

What was odd about the bird, was the wings. It looked, to her, like every other feather had been plucked from the tip. Now, she was quite certain this could not be true, but it still had her curious. It had caught her eye, soaring across the street just as she locked her door. Forgetting that she had intended to take her car, she'd followed it, wondering what it could be. It occurred to her, walked directly into a red car parked outside the cafe, that she was lucky the bird had been going in the same direction as she. She debated, momentarily, if she should go into the cafe, or if she should chase the bird some more. The bird answered that question for her. It landed beside the street, picking at the remains of some poor animal that would never find out why the chicken crossed the road.

"A turkey vulture? I've been chasing a stupid turkey vulture? Ugh." Disgusted with herself, Clarinet shook her head and stepped around the car. She took a moment or two to admire the vehicle that had been introduced, painfully, to her left hip, then entered the store. She pulled out her phone and, as she stood in line, she checked the menu online.

"Miss? What can I get you?" the girl at the counter drew her attention.

Net looked up and smiled. "Hello! Good morning. How are you?" She asked brightly. "I'll have a chocolate latte with two pumps of caramel, please." She requested brightly. "Oh! And something to eat. Surprise me." She requested, starting to giggle. "Thanks!" She reached into her purse and pulled out a ten and a five. Setting them on the counter, she smiled. "You guys work too hard. Keep the change."

With that, she stepped out of line and looked around, searching for a place to sit.