The tea was exactly what she needed against the rain that couldn't decide if it was sleet or not, and she took a grateful sip before setting the pot down and picking up the latest Bodrington book. She added the latest J.D. Robb mystery, a book of weird and strange wizarding trivia, and the latest Quibbler, took off her cloak, and sat down.
The unhappy man was a few tables away, and Debi couldn't help sneaking a glance at him over her magazine. He was far too thin, and a bit shabby, and she wondered when he'd last had a good hot meal.
I'm mothering already, she thought, even though feeding people was one of her specialties. Poor kid, I wonder if he's a student?