A girl in her late teens approached Selina, she was wearing a white blouse and a pair of black jeans while her right hand held a cup of Jasmine tea. She seemed to have come out nowhere to lounge near her. The other occupants didn’t seem to notice anything strange, even though she wasn’t exactly a resident. She flashed Selina a white, warm smile before she swirled the contents of her mug and took a brief sip of them.
“Do you mind if we talk?” she asked politely; her voice carried an accented English ring. Although she had lived countless of eons in different Creations, her origins and the twelve years she had remained as a religious school girl in London were still fresh in her mind. “There’s nobody else here to make a conversation.”