In a bustling street

Hazy. A memory of hazel


Eyes just opened. Too bright, closed. Opened again. A cityscape, people, a lot of them, moving. Sunny weather. "Wh... " - "Elsa Franks?". A voice, behind her. She turned around and saw the owner of that voice - a man in his early thirties with a hat. With a white ribbon. "Yes", she answers. "I apologize for arranging our meeting in a place like this. We are very busy at work, barely have time to have lunch.. what reminds me that it is lunchtime. Would you mind to join me? There is a café over there, on the other side of the street." She agreed to accompany him and so they went. Cars driving by, sun reflecting on the window screens.