It was unclear whether she did not notice his stare or whether it simply gave her no cause to object - in any case, she did not react.  Her syrup-smile evolved into a low chuckle as he spoke, and it was a long moment before she replied.  In that silent space, she watched the cherry of her cigarette as it was dragged along the glass of one of the diner's cheap ashtrays.  She enjoyed its shedding of ash, the way the ember dulled so long as she didn't pull air through its filter.  Inside, she imagined Paolo and Francesca reaching for one another, and the brief flash of sadness in her eyes made its way into her speech.<br/><br/>"Yes, sir, you could say I'm waitin' for someone.  Just don't know who, yet."  Inhaling deeply from her cigarette, she tilted her head toward the door.  "I figure when he comes, he'll come through that door.  And I'm guessin' after he does that, he'll sit right about there."  Gesturing with the cigarette, she pointed at her new companion's own seat.  Picking up her mug, Bella gently swirled the black coffee before bringing it to her lips, letting the bitter liquid warm her tongue and then her throat.<br/><br/>"As for where I'm goin'..."  She laughed again, shoulders rolling into something like a shrug.  "Up, up, up!  Anywhere the snow comes when it's time for it."