Emily wandered down the dim and dingy street towards a place she has heard of called "Spunky's Cafe". The day was overcast and threatening rain in vast amounts, but she cared little, when did a bit of rain ever hurt anyone?<br/>She had her ever present headphones on and anyone within a few metres radius can hear the faint thud and hum of the bassline. As she reaches the door to the cafe she pushes it open a faint bell tingling unheard by her overwhelmed senses.<br/>She looked around briefly and took an empty seat at a table designed for two. Emily then continued to sit casually, waiting for a waiter or waitress to spot her, as she waited she tapped her fingers to the beat and her foot to the bassline as her lips silently formed the words of the indistinguishable sounds that she liked to call music.