Chenoa sat peacefully, ignoring the world and watching the pigeons argue and fight over the seeds, and the crows attack their shelled peanuts. She murmured to them to stop their feuds and tossed another handful of seeds to the bickering birds. She barely noticed a man walk up to her and begin to speak.
   "Was hoping you had a napkin to spare?" the man asked.
   Chenoa was caught by surprise; she was only paying attention to the birds that she was feeding, and didn't hear the first bit of what he was asking her. He was very tall (compared to her, at least) and had shaggy, dark hair. She noticed the blood on his face that he was gesturing to, just barely dried. She gasped as she realized what he was asking for and quickly put away her seeds and grabbed the napkin that her sandwich had been sitting on earlier.
   "Here, It's not the cleanest, but it should be fine," she said as she passed it to him.
   She budged over a bit on the park bench that she was sitting on and patted the spot next to her, inviting him to sit while he cleaned his face.
   "What happened?" she inquired, taking a bite of her sandwich, seeing as she had no place to put it now, and should probably eat it anyway. The birds began to complain and ask for more food, but she ignored them.