Brigid called a farewell to the baristas at Quill as she pushed through the door and out to the street, blowing on the to-go cup in her hands. She stopped and took a deep breath in of the crisp, cool and slightly coffee scented air and grinned. There was just something about winter that invigorated her.

About to cross the street and head back to work, she chanced a look up and nearly dropped her coffee.

"Jaysus Mary and Joseph. Look what the pixies dragged in."