Cherry Blossom Café, how can I…"

The girl stopped as she noticed the newcomer wasn't one of the customers that would frequent the café, for that matter he wasn't someone that would be seen anywhere near any of the local business let alone able to partake in it.

The boy that stood in front of her was maybe 16 of 17 and was obviously one of the street rats that populated the frontier town's alleys at night. He wore a ratty dark blue sweatshirt at least two sizes to large, the words on the front too faded to be legible. He carried what looked to be the local newspaper under one arm. His jeans and shoes were no better than his shirt; the once blue jeans he wore were fadedalmost too white in some places. On one of the knees there was a large patch, how the boy was even able to afford thread and needle she wasn't sure. "Probably stole it" She mumbled under her breath.

As she scrutinized the vagrant he merely gave her a short nod of his head and walked to the corner of the café, slipping into a seat by the window.

As she approached the boy she was surprised to discover his smell was not the abhorrent smell that she had come to know from the dumpsters behind the café, given her faunas abilities she had expected to be able to pick up even the faintest of garbage from the boy, here she could only ascertain the faint smell of peaches wafting form