Molly felt a rush of pleasure- she had been focusing on her school work so much lately that she had almost forgotten how nice it was to interact with someone. James was certainly attractive, and being introduced to him by a stranger was starting to seem like it could be a stroke of luck. He seemed familiar to her, and she thought maybe she had seen him around school. It was a big place, and drew a surprising amount of Americans, but she was almost certain that she had seen that hoodie around town before. [b]"Mochavine sounds wonderful."[/b] She said in a slightly strained voice as she pushed herself into a standing position. [i]I need to work out more.[/i] She noted. She had never been to the place, but she was pretty sure it was a coffee shop. 

[b]"How old are you?"[/b] She inquired as they fell into step beside one another. [b] "I'm nineteen, and I go to the Academy..."[/b] She occasionally pulled a leaf from shrubbery along the path, and ripped it apart section by section. Her fingers were getting colder, and she was glad they were going someplace warm. She thought about the boy's tarp as they walked- he had clearly brought it with the intention of hanging out in the park for a while. She no longer thought that he was there to run pick-ups with a silver-haired man, his surprise at her approach had changed that. But he did change his plans for her. She had only spoken a few sentences with the man, but her mind was spinning with a million possibilities and outcomes, in the way that only one prone to overthinking can. 

[@Cirrus]