I was on air the night i got her message. Marla. I had said her name over and over again in my mind. Marla. It was beautiful, simple yet extravagant, something I might have heard every day but so rare at the same time. It was hard to hide my excitement from the guys, but they really didn’t seem to mind much. Noon couldn’t come fast enough, and I found myself walking down to the cafe around eleven.

The building smelled strongly of coffee when I entered, and right away I took a seat by one of the front windows. It was lovely, being able to watch the people outside hurrying from place to place in the snow. I’d always loved to sketch them the most, the expressions that the parts of their faces not hidden by scarves and hats gave off were amazing. You could really tell something about a person by how they acted in winter weather.

I stripped off my scarf and jacket, revealing a vintage, and rather cheesy Batman tee underneath. As I took my seat I began to look around, trying to find Marla. She was easy to spot.