Allegra quietly sipped on her hot chocolate --she wasn't a coffee person-- and smiled softly down at her sketchbook as she drew. The pencil glided smoothly over the page, each small line contributing to the image of the wolf drawing on the paper. The girl was filled with the familiar serene feeling that took over her every time she was drawing; every negative emotion was wiped out and was replaced with pure peace. She had come with two friends of hers, to chat and hang out after school, but they'd left earlier, and she took this as an advantage for some alone time.<br/><br/>The cafe door swung open and Allie lifted her head lightly to see who came in, out of habit. Her eyes rested upon a small boy, looking to be about 6 or 7, who looked worn out and battered. He wore oversized dirty clothes with holes in them and limped inside, like he'd just been through hell and back. Underneath the dirt and tattered clothing, though, she could distinguish his cute seven-year-old face. She watched him as he slumped down in an empty seat two tables from her, and she bit her lip as she studied him. Her heart broke at the hardship this small boy must've been going through and the least she could do was try and be friendly.<br/><br/>With that, she closed her sketchbook and grabbed her paper cup of hot-chocolate and her messenger bag, making her way over to him. She sat down in the seat opposite to him, making him look up at her, and she gave him a warm friendly smile.<br/><br/>"Hey, kiddo... Can I buy you a drink?"