Kyris blinked, accepting the chips and placing them into her basket, "Ah... Thank you."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He really is quite good-looking... Wah, Kyris! Would it kill you to focus for more than two seconds?</span>She shook herself, and smiled shyly at the boy (although it would seem he was just a little older) before slipping around him and heading towards the check-out counter. Once her things were paid for, she headed out side, settling herself on the bench to wait for the bus. It would have been faster to take a cab, but she was still supposed to be doing recon, and she had the pass anyway. Hopefully, Toshi would be riding the bust too, and his stop would be before her hotel... She hoped he didn't have to switch buses.<br/><br/>She glanced at her clock key chain that dangled from  the small black purse at her hip; the bus wouldn't be coming for another ten or so minutes. Kyris reached into her purse and pulled out her book of poetry.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Deep in the man sits fast his fate<br/>To mould his fortunes, mean or great:<br/>Unknown to Cromwell as to me<br/>Was Cromwell's measure or degree;<br/>Unknown to him as to his horse,<br/>If he than his groom be better or worse.<br/>He works, plots, fights, in rude affairs,<br/>With squires, lords, kings, his craft compares,<br/>Till late he learned, through doubt and fear,<br/>Broad England harbored not his peer:<br/>Obeying time, the last to own<br/>The Genius from its cloudy throne.<br/>For the prevision is allied<br/>Unto the thing so signified;<br/>Or say, the foresight that awaits<br/>Is the same Genius that creates.<br/><br/>- Ralph Waldo Emerson</span><br/><br/>Kyris frowned slightly at the poem, then read it again... Fate, apparently, liked her less than this Cromwell person, as such a poem should appear in her book at such a moment. She shook her head, what on Earth was wrong with her?