Lady at the window

Part One

Monday morning, 10 am on the dot, in a café along the streets of New York City, sits this woman. Peering out through a glass window, separating her and the chaos that lingers on the other side. The day has since slowed down since it begun from the huge surge of people hurrying along with their morning to get to their jobs on time, and what remains are the few stray people along side others who are always on some sort of errant or on the go. Her mind shivers in her head as her thoughts rumble in her mind in unease, thinking about how things have played out in her life and which direction life is pushing her to. Her sight pouring through the window in front of her, yet, she sees nothing.

Unaware of the numerous people who'd come and gone, as well as the man who took note of her as he was passing by that particular window at this time. Getting coffee wasn't a plan this morning, but the sight of the woman set his body on autopilot. He walked in, trying to act as normal as everyone else, glancing occasionally towards her direction at the far front corner of the coffee shop.

To his right, several tables stood, about six in number, carefully placed with a keen distance away from each other. Practically scattered everywhere in the room; one table however had looked out of place. It didn't belong in the roughly arranged pattern in here, more like it was placed where it is for a some reason. One that had this woman's name written all over it. There was a wall to the other side of the room(left), where the line immediately stood in front of the entrance. Six people waited in line.

The person at the very front of the line was another woman, covered in black like a Satanist who was also covered in tattoos all over her neck. She didn't care about the man behind her who gave off an alarming hostility and looked impatient and agitated to get where he belonged. He'd dressed in a perfect suit the same as everyone else in this city who worked in a tall building and didn't love their job but had not other choice. Not ready to leave without coffee and might probably get to the back of another line if he left, despite after all his used up time standing in this one, so his single option is to grumbling like a kid till his turn eventually came.

"Can you please hurry up!" He said. Sounding like it was about to be the end of the world.

With a quick glance, she looked at him, with a grind that set him at ease. Not willing to offer any words. More-so, knew she didn't have to offer anyway. Turning back, she gave a quick long sigh. In her hand were two drinks which seemed as if they were ordered separately. After two more minutes the cashier has brought a salad and rang her up, then getting out the way for the man who acted like he'd throw her out if he could. He too left shortly after, having a quick order and not willing to waist any more of his precious time after having it stolen from him by a brat he didn't know.

The third person was a lady who wasn't bothered by the time it took her to get to the front of the line. Not too tall, a pair of short shorts and a half shirt which apparently ended far over her bra did, exposing fragments to the world . A set of roller skates ran over her sides held together by shoelaces. Head barred deep into her phone and barely coming up to see what was going on, even after someone left, she'd still star at her phone and movie forward without a care in the world.

Someone had left as soon as the man in the suit began grumbling. "He had more important things to do than coffee, or was it the expression on his face that said so." He thought in his head. Was supposed to be the fourth person. The fifth was a teenager. A boy, tall and a bit skinny. A backpack laid across his back, partly open with a skateboard sticking out of it. Using is height to his advantage, he stood over the person ahead of him trying to look at the menu to see what he'll order. Behaving young and a lot like he skipped class for the day. When he ordered and payed, it was finally time for the man who'd began stalking a stranger at the window, while figuring out what to say to her.