Belonging A word has been in the brain since the freshmen year of high school. "Where do we belong?"

Strange Request at the Piano bar

Too Hip

She sits staring at the laptop screen when the server set a vanilla chai latte beside her and frown. "Hey I didn't order this," she said "True," he said. "But I did," his chilling voice reached her ears before he sat down in front of her "Hello again."

Cerise She's not a ray of sunshine, there is a name for someone like her. Her leather trench is a deep red. A vivid shade. The same color of her hair, her locks flow to the icy wind. Snow in Autumn.