At the end of the aisle, a long line marked the location of the Jitterz coffee stand. He joined the line and finally made it to the front.“Well, Mr....Gee, how are you doing today,” said Violet Lanahan, the owner’s daughter.“Miss Violet, I’m better for seeing you and knowing your fine coffee is soon to be in my hands,” he answered. Violet smiled at him, stunning white teeth contrasting with her caramel skin. She had dark eyes that darted around her surroundings, always on the move. Most striking,. You chuckled. "Miss, is it?" you asked. "Either you're just being respectful, or you're…"You didn't finish, leaving me to confirm or deny what you were hinting at. I couldn't speak; a definite confirmation. You chuckled again. My discomfort seemed to amuse you. Your dominant personality was as palpable as the tile-covered pillar I collapsed back against. My knees were suddenly weak."What are you doing here?" you questioned, using one finger to raise my chin until I was forced to look into your. "It's just something I've become increasingly aware of lately. That people sometimes sell themselves and other people short because they don't think they are attractive enough." I don't understand." A.C. replied, more than a little confused."I guess it's just an old lady's ramblings." Mary said as she finished her wine."You're far from old." A.C. said."Well there are times that I feel that way." Mary replied.A.C. put his own glass of wine down on the table and looked into Mary's face. It was. She could hardly make out what she was sensing. But she was learning. She walked across the ground, watching the green eddy around divots and small rocks or roots. Her pace was slow, but her confidence grew. She turned, sensing the air rippling above the hot spring, the air acting slightly different there than on the ground, roiling as the spring's heat caused strred the air.She laughed, a sound of pure joy as cold snow fell around her naked body. Kyle's gift would guide her back to him. Fate.