<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #000080">Anthony Foster </span></span>frowned a little as he heard the guy who had wandered in a second ago with a heavy footsteps turn the radio up, as if to purposely cover up the rally shouts. Not that it made any difference to him, with his hearing, but it made him think. Why? Were there others who were feeling uncomfortable, because of the protests? It certainly made him hopeful...but he shook the thoughts away. It made no sense to dwell on such thoughts. He took another sip from his coffee.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0040"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Annmarie</span></span>eyed the array of strangers that entered, now armed with her own coffee to sip. Her eyes continuously flickered back to her companion, but Ant seemed more at ease now, so she began to relax a little. The protest seemed to have calmed somewhat but it was still there, buzzing in the background. She stared at Ant.<br/><br/>"4:50," she blurted out.<br/><br/>"Yes, thank you, Annie," he chuckled, amused, "for reminding me of my appointment time with my therapist later this afternoon. I was just wondering about that, actually..."<br/><br/>Annie shrugged, nonchalantly.<br/><br/>"You know how it is - these random numbers suddenly start flowing in my brain. You always like me to tell you," she said, feeling oddly defensive. But that's how it always was - her peculiarity often made her feel vulnerable.<br/><br/>Ant shook his head, affectionately. He could hear people - teachers, it sounded like - striking up conversations and for a split second, wished he had the same audacity to begin talking to someone completely new. But being blind often made things outside of his daily routine hard. He finished his mug and smiled in Annie's general direction.<br/><br/>"Refill, please?"<br/><br/>Huffing with feigned annoyance, she stood up and made her way to the counter. Retrieving a coffee for him, she began walking back to her seat past the small group of strangers and found herself bumping into them, coffee sloshing over the side of her mug.<br/><br/>"Oh - I'm so sorry!" she blurted out, blushing slightly. Trust me, she thought as she hurried to grab a napkin from a neighbouring table.