Tuesdays Ariel had a break between classes, a three hour block that he liked to use wisely. He had his Gay & Lesbian Performance course from eight 'til eleven, and then his Song Performance Workshop course at two. In the meantime, he'd wrapped his favorite Brooks Brothers scarf around his neck (it matched the nautical theme of the rest of his outfit: navy, white, and red - crisp white short-sleeved Oxford matched with a red bowtie striped with blue, and a gray cardigan, striped in the same navy, accompanied by a pair of dark grey, fitted trousers and high-shined saddle shoes) and slid into his dark navy peacoat, and headed to one of his favorite coffee shops. It was a small place, little bigger than a hole in the wall, but with large sheet glass windows and brilliant coffee.
The brass bell that hung above the door tinkled as he stepped inside, cheeks flushed a bright pink from the wind. Ariel hitched his messenger bag up on his shoulder and approached the counter. He knew the baristas, and so, greeted them accordingly, a bright smile on his face. Then, once he had his cup of coffee, he peered around the room, trying to find an empty table to do a bit of work on.
Then he saw her. The name popped into his head instantly - Sumi. Still smiling, Ariel walked up to the girl as she stared out the window, his coffee mug cupped between two hands to warm them.