You do get to know her. Slowly, but surely.

She's a mystery not even Mystery Inc. could solve. But, you wouldn't mind helping them try.

Usually you wouldn't waste your time trying to figure out a woman who catches your eye. Usually you bed them, get your frustrations out, and send them on their merry way, never to see them again. New York is a big city. You don't worry about running into any of your past conquests.

Usually they don't hold your attention for more than the night, let alone enough to keep you coming back (even if you are just buying the coffee she makes).

Maybe she peaks your interest because she refuses to give you her name. Or any information at all about herself, really.

She talks constantly, but never about herself. She could ramble for hours just about some television show that she claims you absolutely have to watch.

You know very little about her. And what you do know, you figured out on your own.

1. She's not from New York.

You only know this because she has a very distinct accent. You'd almost say it was Canadian, or at least New England-esque.

She's also entirely too pure and just genuinely happy to have grown up in New York. You, on the other hand, have been living in the city your entire life. And it shows.

2. She doesn't drive.

She rides her bike to and from the coffee shop. Every day. Rain or shine.

She refuses to take a taxi, or the bus, or the subway, or even a streetcar.

You offered to have one of your mother's drivers pick her up one morning after she came in looking like the most beautiful drowned rat you had ever laid eyes on. She blushed, politely declined your offer, and got to work on making your morning coffee without another word.

3. She recently graduated. From where? You're assuming NYU, if the hoodie you've caught her wearing over her uniform occasionally is actually hers.

Laf constantly asks her about her plans and if she's going to grad school. She constantly says she's thinking about it. You don't think she actually is. You think it's a money thing.

4. Last, but not least, she has a fish named Lophiiformes.

Laf also constantly asks how the fish is. Apparently, she - yes, the carnivorous predator apparently living in Laura's bedroom is a girl - used to be Laf's. They rescued her during their Junior year when they found out the Alchemy club was going to use her for something. You didn't ask too many questions, especially not about why NYU had an alchemy club.

You thought Lophi was a dog, or a cat even, with the way they talked about her. Oh, Lophi was just being so cute this morning, Laf. Oh, Laf, Lophi ate all her dinner last night, she's such a good girl. Oh my gosh, Laf, Lophi ate an entire fish today. An entire fish!

You should've known though, considering Lophiiformes literally means Anglerfish.

That about sums up everything you know about coffee shop girl.

She grew up in a respectable household, with loving parents. She's not a fan of cars, or public transportation, of any variety. She's bloody smart. And she loves everything unconditionally. Even the misunderstood.