Catherine looked up for a split second and blinked her eyes. A man wearing dusty and disheveled clothes was crossing the street. She blinked her eyes again, rapidly. Were there black sparks coming off from him? She thought for sure her eyes were playing tricks on her, but as she watched the mysterious scene unfold, a man crossing the street in the opposite direction, quickly glanced back with arched eyebrows. He must’ve seen something strange as well. She continued to watch the man with black sparks walk towards the library; her intuition told her she’d be meeting him soon. She marked her spot in her book, placed it in her bag, and waited.