She was sat in the corner. Reading some book about unfulfilled dreams, crying as she turned the pages.
I had already ordered my coffee. I didn't really want one but the boy behind the counter was looking for something to do. She wasn't drinking anything but if she were it would've been a hot chocolate, I thought.
The light was unremarkable at this time and did nothing to highlight her face. I had made eye contact with it three times now. She didn't move. Except to itch her leg. About seven minutes ago.
My coffee arrived; taking the boy surprisingly long to produce, considering he had nothing else to do. A short conversation ensued. The boy was a student, his job here had been taken to fund his studies. He liked the same music as me.
The girl stood up. And left.
I had already ordered my coffee. I didn't really want one but the boy behind the counter was looking for something to do. She wasn't drinking anything but if she were it would've been a hot chocolate, I thought.
The light was unremarkable at this time and did nothing to highlight her face. I had made eye contact with it three times now. She didn't move. Except to itch her leg. About seven minutes ago.
My coffee arrived; taking the boy surprisingly long to produce, considering he had nothing else to do. A short conversation ensued. The boy was a student, his job here had been taken to fund his studies. He liked the same music as me.
The girl stood up. And left.