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wondering how much coffee I had bought when Cass came in, complaining about
the sleet.
The cook smiled to himself and flipped a burger like a coin, as if he
was passing the time
rather than working.
I went back to my agenda book, staring at it blankly in mid-chew. I had
been prepared
to be bored here for a while, then leave, and mark it up to penance for
wanting Cass. But now
she was here, lively and damp and cursing. I honestly felt my nerves tingling.
I tried to hide my happiness, only let a bit out on my face, but she
grinned widely and
smacked me on the shoulder and I felt my face burning. Luckily she went
rooting for her apron
behind the counter, and my blush had cooled by the time she popped her head up
again.
"What's your name, anyway?" she said as she tied a bow behind her back.
"Ryan," I said, closing my agenda book. I wished I hadn't. I felt like
that action said,
*Let's have a conversation, now that you have disrupted me* . And that the
book itself
(University of Toronto emblazoned on the cover) singsonged, *Look,I'm a
smarty-pants stu-
dent!*
"Cassandra," she said, offering a hand that was chilled and damp. I
mentally rewrote
Cass as Cassandra in the blackboard of my brain.
"Ahh, your hand is so warm," she said. "So, Ryan, have you lived in this
frozen
wasteland all your life?"
 I thought she meant Canada. "Um, yes. What about you?"
"Vancouver, until about two years ago." I could tell that she was going
to regale me
about the beauty of Lotusland, where it never snows and pot grows between
cracks in the
sidewalk. I steeled myself, waiting for the ClichтАЪ Train to pulp me.
"Only on the nastiest of days do I miss the weather there. Van winters
are hell. It's dark
and wet for four months, and it's like this mass experiment in light
deprivation. People wilt."
She looked around the diner. Except for me, it was empty. "'Course,
mean-ass days
have their plusses."
"Why'd you come to Toronto?" I said. She sat down and spun around on a
counter
stool two away from me.
"Well, my band broke up here, mid-tour. Plus I wanted to live for a
while in a place
other than Vancouver, and Toronto seemed as good a place as any."
"What band?"