From the first moment the sun touched her face today, she knew this day held something for her. Tiger, her grey and black tabby cat with stripes just like a tiger’s, bopped her nose with his to remind her to feed him. Her apartment in this town is small and she pays by the week to avoid having to hand over too much personal information in case she had to leave quickly. That happened more often than she liked and because of that she learned not to get too comfortable in one place. She combed her loose brown hair, brushed her teeth and got dressed in her usual, black jeans and a band shirt. Queens of the Stone Age for today, her favorite band, and one of her own kind. My own kind… The thought dusted her face with a frown and she grabbed her leather jacket, the chilly fall weather enough for a jacket, but not cold enough for her to stay in. “Going for fresh coffee, Tiger…be back soon…” the big twenty pound male mewed as if he understood. She walked briskly to the little corner place run by Columbians, their coffee was enough for her to walk through the cold for, when it gets cold. She stood in line anticipating the warmth that would radiate from the coffee down her throat, and the French vanilla creamer she’d soon be tasting, warm blue eyes scanning those around her lightly. An errant thought came to her, the darkness of it caught her off guard. She tilted her head slightly, as if it would help her hear the man’s private thoughts better. “Ms?” Xavier the coffee vendor asked, breaking her focus. She quickly ordered with a smile, pulling her debit card out of her jeans pocket.