When I walked into the cafe, she was sitting, half-reading a brochure she picked up from the the travel agency next door. At first glance, and in a word, she was asymmetrical. Her shoulders sat at odd, uneven angles. Her head cocked to one side, one lanky knee jutting up, braced on a side chair. The bold freckles on her light-skinned face and arms seemed to be randomized in an effort to confuse and disorient. When she looked up, however, with her pale blue eyes and wide smile it was if all the stars had aligned themselves.