Watching the World

Who: Pepper and open
Where: A street cafe, midtown
When: Morning

Nice days were few and far between in the city. Spells of nice weather were almost unheard of, and the city appeared to be taking advantage. And if the city was taking advantage, then so was Pepper.

Some enterprising businessman had decided that, even though it was January, since he open a cafe, and the sidewalk in front of it was wide, if there was blue skies he was going to put some of the chairs and tables outside, even though it was clearly not a usual arrangement. Still, Pepper decided she liked the idea, it was novel – at least, it was novel to her mind, where nice furniture belonged inside and the pieces usually found out on the street were generally dirty and broken and lost down an alleyway or used as beds for the homeless. To actually sit outside, sipping a coffee, on an intact chair, by an intact table and watching the world go by, on purpose, amused her. And it put her in a great mood, even though her collar was turned up against the fact that, sunshine or no, it was still January, and the air was cool against her mostly bald head.