Ava's high heels sound out a confident cadence on the concrete as she heads for a bench, her overly large purse hanging heavily from one shoulder. There's a bell in it, tied with a red ribbon; she knows it's a significant item and she's taken care with it, wrapping it in a towel before bringing it with her.

She knows who she's looking for, too--well. She knows the woman's face, has seen it reacting to the gift. She sits, scanning the people coming and going, hoping to see her out here.