IC: CorinthiaAfternoonPark; Alameda, CA"...Oh." Corinthia's gaze dropped to her lap in reflex. "Um, well, in that case, I may as well talk your ears off." She giggled a little to make the joke seem funnier. "Haha, kidding, because I, uh, don't have much to say, really -- like, when I do, I do, if you get what I mean, but sometimes I get really tongue-tied..."Stop. If this guy doesn't like you, the sky is pink -- don't blow it!"Sorry," Corinthia said reflexively, then remembered Dallas's reassurance and bit down a second iteration of the phrase.The sky was gray at the moment. Columns of light fell upon the ground through gaps in the clouds. What had once been a moderate rain was now a drizzle; the residue moisture in the air had lighted upon the park grass like a transparent veil that shimmered whenever the wind moved it, creating waves of light random to the inexperienced eye yet on a higher level of order than any creation of mankind. Corinthia stared at the grass at length, suddenly as pensive as she had been back in Starbucks.She sipped the last of her coffee, considered tossing the empty cup into the trash can from afar, then decided against it and threw it out the old-fashioned way: walk, toss, return.