Gwenda leaned against the wall, watching people go by. She checked her watch. She was early... Sometimes, she hated being early. This was one of them. Someone near by kept flicking a lighter and Gwenda, being obsessed with fire, kept watch of the flame in the corner of her eye. She looked up at the sky. Nice, clear blue skies. Good weather today. She was glad she'd worn a skirt that dauy. Her black denim skirt with down-to-the-knee leggings and her red tank top and denim jacket. She messed with her hair repeatedly, twisting it in and out of her fingers.