She had never used her skills in actual combat, never even so much as been upset with another human being. But that anger had been the driving force that kept her alive instead of giving up after her grandmother died. It was the reason she was here today. "Oh I'm so sorry!" she heard, as someone bumped into her, almost spilling her coffee. She didn't even look up and waved him off with a flick of her wrist. She cared little for anyone these days, much less strangers at a coffee shop. She was, however, not oblivious to the coffee house patrons whispering and pointing at whomever had just bumped into her, causing her to turn. "Miss? Can I get you anything? I really am sorry for bumping into your table and nearly ruining your coffee." She heard the gentleman say as she began to turn around to face him. "I'm completely fine, honest, I..." she said as she looked up into the biggest, bluest eyes she'd ever seen."You're Grayson Lewis, aren't you?" Grayson hated being identified in public.
