It had been a good day for Cameron. Costume fitting had gone well. Her afternoon rehearsal too. And she found out she was getting a solo in Nutcracker in the fall. Another step up the dancer's ladder and a new part to learn. Something to keep her interested for a while, anyway.
The cold weather was irritating as far as getting around town, but she could walk if not drive, and there was always the subway. She didn't really need a coat, but wore one anyway to blend in with everyone else on the street.
Then a man was coming toward her, calling out what she assumed was a name or something, River. Something else new to arouse her curiosity. A quick scan showed that the man was unarmed, so she put a puzzled look on her face.
"No," she replied slowly, "my name is Allison. Allison Young. Can I help you?"