[center][h1][color=7ea7d8]Lydia Weaver[/color][/h1]
[hr]Location: Outside of the Cafe[/center][hr]

She looked down and laughed a little at the kitten by her leg. It was so small, it looked like just moving her leg could hurt it. She has always had a soft spot for animals, small baby ones in particular. Lydia was looking at it, and moved her guitar slightly to the side so she could see it better. It was tiny, and so young, it made her wonder where its mother was, or whether it had been abandoned. She like the little thing, and started to wonder if she might be able to get someone to take care of it, since she wasn't sure how her family would react if she brought it home.

Lydia looked up in time to see the biker guy leaving the cafe. It was obvious that he was not happy, and she had to suppress a giggle as she noticed the stain on his pants. That probably had an interesting story to go along with it, but she knew better than to ask. When the kitten started freaking out, she reached down to it.[color=7ea7d8]"Hey there, don't worry. The big mean guy is leaving, don't be afraid. He probably won't bother you again,"[/color] she said to it, not sure if it could understand her.