“Wait!” I shout at the woman, as she storms out of the barbershop. “What’s your name! ”

I shot up and ran behind her, thankful she stopped a little further down from the shop, so no one would eavesdrop.

The woman turned around when she heard me call out for her. She was shaking, although I knew it was from the cold.

‘“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered. "I won’t be coming back here, anymore. I’m really sorry, kid. I hope I didn’t upset you.” She folded her arms across her body, as she made broken eye-contact with me. I couldn’t tell if she did this on purpose, or if she just had a habit of looking through people.

“Look, miss. It’s clear that you knew my father in some way,” I said, attempting to sound more compassionate and understanding. But, this was the most bewildering situation I had encountered in all my 20 years of being on this Earth.

The woman’s face relaxed. She unfolded her arms and reached into her purse for some tissue. As before, I started at her intently, but not with the feeling of anger. She was a very attractive woman. Could she have been an old girlfriend of my father's?

“Lena,” she said, finally.

“Lena?” I repeated. “That’s your name?”

“Yeah.”

I was extremely tempted to ask if that was her real name, but I felt that would have been too abrasive. I just stared at her instead.

“Um…I’m Devry.” I said. I smiled to try and calm the pool of emotions we were now both nearly drowning in.

I glanced around us to finally observe our surroundings. We were standing in front of a juice bar. She didn’t look like the type of woman who enjoyed a green smoothie, but I nodded my head towards the front door, anyway.

"Can we go in here and talk some more. Please? It’s freezing out here,” I shuffled my feet, hoping that my obvious discomfort would sway her.

Lena smiled at me. “Okay,” she replied.

I smiled back at her. Eager to escape the grueling winter, I flung open the door and quickly found a booth that was furthest away from the front door. Lena struggled to hold in her laughter as she sat down across from me.

"You're not used to the cold, are you?" She asked.

"No," I groaned, "and I've lived here my whole life."

"That's sad. Really sad," Lena chuckled.

We settled ourselves in the booth. Lena wasn't wearing a jacket, yet I was the one who felt deathly close to catching hypothermia. As the numbness left my fingertips and the rest of my body, I relaxed and leaned back into my seat.

"Soo...Miss Lena," I began, "How do you know my dad?"