One brisk autumn afternoon, Evelyn was sitting at her favorite corner table at the local cafe, nursing a hot latte and engrossed in a thick mystery novel. She was wearing a cozy, emerald-green knit sweater that perfectly complemented her silver hair and striking green eyes.
She offered a judgment-free zone for anyone who needed to talk.
Evelyn closed her book with a soft thud and looked the young man dead in the eye. A small, knowing smile played at the corners of her lips.
Evelyn didn't even look up from her book at first. She slowly turned the page, took a deliberate sip of her coffee, and then finally looked at him. Her gaze was calm, cool, and entirely unimpressed.