Hi, I'm Leah.

It was 4 PM and we hadn't had our first meal of the day. We decided to go to "La Casita", the best mexican place we'd seen so far in Ann Arbor, where the chimichangas are to die for. So, we set off at 4:30 and Anunay knew the way to the place. Three-fourths of the way "there" we realized we weren't referring to the same place. He instead, was setting course for "La fuente", his best mexican place. We went along, we just wanted good food. There we met her, Leah , easily the best waitress I've seen so far.

I don't know if it was how she was happy, or the way she leaned closer to me as she took the order, or  the way she got all of our soft drinks with the right amount of ice, or just the way how she started an impromptu dance on her way back to the kitchen as a new song started playing, but she made my day.

I'm definitely going back there on a saturday evening at 5 PM.

The weather is beautifully sad. It is the kind of beauty which would stop you from taking pictures of it. It forces me to remain indoors and makes me appreciate the warmth and my cup of tea much more than I would normally. One can keep looking at the swerving sheets of snowflakes and not get bored, as books and research papers lay strewn, neglected, on the floor.

Last sip of tea. It gets darker. I have to study.