She never even wanted to go, it was loud and crowded, not her cup of tea. Yet, strangely, standing there with Mary shopping for produce, staring at the grayish stormy eyes of a complete stranger, the whole area was too spacious, almost empty, and all the noises fell deaf to her ears. Silence was the loudest scream, she thinks to herself as she and the stranger just stand there, staring at each other curiously, bitterly as well- she adds as she sees it in the circular pair of storms raining nestled beautifully under a chocolaty fringe. "Granted, staring was rude- especially when it was a complete stranger! …but…he seemed familiar." Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back..eventually.