(Quinn is a homeless teenager (17) in the middle of New York City, her parents having thrown her out at the age of sixteen for being a closeted lesbian. She sits near a popular coffee shop trying to get enough money to at least purchase a sandwich from the shop once or twice a week) The blonde looked up at the sky, legs crossed like they taught you in kindergarten, a small stuffed lion in her lap. She was clad in tattered blue jeans and a faded blue v-neck, it'd been the same outfit for close to a year now. Even in the winter, where she'd sit huddled on bus stops or stoops until she was told to leave. There was a small cup off to the side of her, in case anyone felt like throwing money in for her. It rarely happened, normally she just sat there, singing quietly to herself. But one thing the blonde could tell was different about today was the storm that was most definitely on it's way in. The clouds were darker than usual and there was a certain smell to the New York smog, giving it more of a sense of nature. That damp smell that normally Quinn would thrive in, want to sit in front of a window and write or read for hours. But she couldn't do that here, she didn't have a home. She gave a sad smile, singing to herself, 'The sun'll come out/tomorrow/ bet your bottom dollar that/ tomorrow/ there'll be sun'
As one of the regular customers of the coffee shop came down the street, Quinn was once again awestruck. The girl had cameras following her yet again, causing Quinn to wonder what she was famous for. She'd never figured this would be a place where someone famous would get their coffee. But if it was close enough to the huge penthouse apartment this girl likely owned, she could see where it came from. She smiled up at the woman, tilting her head slightly as she passed by Quinn as she always did, the camera man kicking over Quinn's cup and lion as he passed by. It was something Quinn had grown rather used to, so she just picked the cup back up and put the small amount of pennies and nickels back into it before continuing on with her quiet singing, 'When I'm stuck with a day/ that's grey/ and lonely/ I just stick up my chin/ and grin/ and say/" She trailed off as a couple quarters were dropped into her cup. She smiled brightly at the man who'd done so, thanking him.