<span style="color: #FF0040">"Demons?  I haven't any demons..." she quips back, feeling her body become rigid.  After taking a breath, she relaxes a bit. As he speaks, she listens, inhaling the cold air, and exhaling creating little swirls of steam.  Her lips curl into a slight smile, as she watches him extend the hand with the device in it.  Cautiously, she takes the ear buds, and places them in her ear.  Instinctively, she speaks louder, "What will I be listening to? she asks, as she scoots closer to him.<br/><br/>The street lights now come on, and a few snow flakes begin to fall aimlessly to the ground. The blonde-haired girl, sitting close to the dark complected man, listens to what he is about to play for her. A look of anticipation fills her eyes, as she looks toward his direction.<br/><br/>In the distance, people are lined outside of a pub, waiting to be carded and let in, so what they could fill their bellies with whatever liquor they chose.  A young couple can be seen holding hands as they cross the street to hail a cab, obviously happy to get out of the cold and to whatever destination they are headed toward. Bums are huddled together in an alley, exchanging a humorous story, by the sounds of the laughter.<br/><br/>But the blonde-haired girl's attention is directed only toward the dark complected man.</span>