Samantha is addicted to coffee. Black coffee, coffee with sugar, sugar with sugar.

She doesn't drink milk. Lactose intolerant.

She loves the smell of coffee, and the harshness of it. Coffee is like life - painful and rough and uplifting and worth it.

Even at these prices. Ouch.

So she sits here, bundled against the winter outside, eyes hidden behind shaded glasses, sipping coffee and people-watching. Her coat is black, and she has a grey scarf. Knitted it herself, some winters past.

Her hair is black, long, straight. She dyes it, straightens it.

It's naturally redgold, you know. Redgold and curly. Beautiful, but she really doesn't appreciate it.

It isn't a very human shade, so rare it is - and she'd rather look drab than unnatural.