People drifted through his field of vision like lost, soulless leaves. The sounds of their shoes on the checkerboard tiles was like the dragging of monks' sandals. He singled her out mid motion. No, no, no, no... the coffee shop was empty except for her. She wore her ennui the way lesser women wore diamonds. Her dress was the iridescent black of raven's wings. No, no, no it wasn't! Her dress reminded him of rich, summer burgundy, port, sangria... Jeez! Her frock was the color of ...