Her heels clicked as she entered the grimy diner, a vast contrast compared to the usual mud-stained sneakers and water logged boots. She puffed out her cheeks as she stuffed her hands into the scratchy pockets of her bright red coat.

She ordered a hot chocolate. It seems fitting for this wet winter day. Only, the woman herself didn't seem to belong in this insignificant town.

Her bright red coat diverged from the usual brown suits and black umbrellas. She was refreshing for this town. My only hope was that the town wouldn't ruin her first.

I placed her hot chocolate next to her shivering fingers, noticing how quickly they wrapped around the mug. I wondered if I should've struck conversation with the woman. If maybe a part of her red coat would rub off on myself.

But I spent too long thinking, before she pushed off the sticky chair and rushed past me. A small hope was alive, that she would come back and ask me to join her loud and crashing splashes.

But I guess I'll stick to the brown suits and black umbrellas.