Early on Saturday morning, the overcast sky seemed ready to snow again. A purple-eyed girl made her way through the slightly chilly winter morning fog, tightening the scarf around her collar as she briskly appeared at Saint Delan Square at seven thirty.
The heels of her brown lady's boots clicked on the square's ground as Luviya turned her head towards the center of the square. Now in winter, most of the pigeons that Mia often peeped at in the square had migrated to the south for the season.
Currently, only a few newspaper-selling children remained in the square, waiting for passersby. The kids selling newspapers could accurately discern who would be a customer, thus they did not approach Luviya.
