New Orleans had been particularly warm this year. Being the beginning of February, it should be at least a few degrees colder than it was. This, however, did not faze Misty Day as she sat on a park bench overlooking the small man-made pond situated at the park's very center. She quietly sat, with the 1977 live version of Rhiannon playing softly in the background, watching the ducks. She pondered the feathered creatures and if the weather was confusing them as much as it confused her. The small flock of mallards perched along the ponds edge, preening their feathers and waiting for one of their comrades to bravely take the plunge into the frigged water below. Just as one was considering plopping in, a small voice interrupted Misty's musings.
"My Mamma loves this song", the voice chirped from her left.

Misty, slightly startled, replied with a Cajun drawl of, "Excuse me?"

The small voice, which she now realized belonged to a small blonde curly-headed child, replied with, "this song is my Mamma's favorite. She loves listening the Stevie."

This surprised Misty. "You know who Stevie is?"

The girl looked at Misty quizzically, before replying with, "Yep, my Mamma plays her all the time. I like her too!" This gained a small chuckle from Misty. She then took notice of the fact that the child was still alone. "Speakin' of your Mamma, where is she?"
This caused the little girl to look around, blonde curls swaying back and forth. She looked confused, if not a little frightened, and replied, "She was right over there, but I'm not sure where she went."

"Well, why don't we try to find her then? My name is Misty, by the way. What's yours?", Misty questioned.

"I'm Olivia!", she exclaimed loudly.

"Well, Olivia, let's get to findin' your Mamma then. Why don't we try…"

For a second time that morning, Misty was cut off in the middle of her musings.
"Olivia Jane, how many times do I have to tell you not to run off where I can't see you!? I swear we have been over this a million times. Do you know how worried I was?"

At this, Misty looked up. She was greeted with the sight of a beautiful blonde woman, the same color blonde as the little girl next to her. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this woman must be Olivia's mother.

"I'm sorry Mamma, but I wanted to see the ducks. Then I heard Stevie, and I met Misty, and she was gonna help me find you, and...", the girl trailed off as she ran out of breath. This caused the older blonde to turn her attention to Misty. "I'm assuming you must be Misty?"

"Yes ma'am, Misty Day at your service!" Misty replied.

This cause the older blonde to smirk and extend her hand, "Cordelia Foxx. Well, soon to be Goode...but I see you've already met Olivia. I'm very sorry if she interrupted anything."

"She didn't interrupt nothin'. She's actually a very bright kid, especially since she knows Stevie". At this last comment, Misty turned to wink at the girl. This caused the girl to giggle. Cordelia smiled and turned her attention back to Misty.

"Would you let me buy you a coffee or something? You didn't have to watch her, but you did and I feel that I need to repay you for that", Cordelia stated. "It really was nothin'", Misty blushed.

"Please?," Cordelia added.

"Well, alright then. But I don't drink coffee. I'm more of a tea kinda girl," Misty replied.

Cordelia smiled before responding, "I know of the perfect place."