Ed looked up from his MacBook, eyeing up the pretty girls who'd come into the cafe.  Not seen them before.  New students perhaps?<br/><br/>He closed the laptop down: his philosophy assignment could wait.  He took a sip of his coffee, the heat steaming up his glasses momentarily.  He was 20, clean cut, with floppy blond hair that fell over his brow.  He was wearing jeans, a white shirt, and an expensive looking sports jacket.<br/><br/>As he watched one of the girls flirting with the guy at the counter, he then saw her step outside.  Ed picked up a battered copy of Kant's Critique of Judgment, together with his cigarettes and lighter and stepped outside.<br/><em>Don't want a new girl in town to get lonely do I?</em><br/><br/>Ed stepped outside, lighting up as he did so.  He saw the girl breathing in the evening air, he walked up to her.<br/><br/>"Hi... don't mind if I join you?  Brain has turned to mush and need some nicotine...."<br/>