Writers in the city

                                      INTRODUCTION

She was having coffee, all alone. The city spread before her, its immensity astonishing her. She could feel the rush, the sense of urge of the people around her. But she was calm. Relaxed, even. A smile plastered on her face, without her even realizing it. Her sunglasses blocked the blinding sun. Her cream, flower-laced hat did too. Wearing a white, green and pink flowered dress, she crossed her long legs, her high heels dangling from them. She took a sip of her coffee and opened her laptop. She turned it on. Then, she started writing. 

After a few hours of pure inspiration and raw words and feelings, she decided it was enough. It was time to go home. After all, the next day she had to attend University. She grabbed her purse and laptop, paid for what she had ordered and called a taxi. On the way home, she thought about all the possibilities the city brought. She was finishing her journalism career -it was her last year- and soon enough she would be looking for the best-fitting magazine or newspaper for her type of writing. When she got to her apartment, she found it was 21:07 pm already. She had 30 minutes to change her clothing and get to 'their' bar. It was their bar because she and her friends went there almost everyday. It was called 'Divine Writing', and usually it was a meeting place for all kind of writers.

She changed into a sleeveless, green dress that matched the colour of her eyes. She tied her long, beautiful blond hair into a loose bun. Putting on her emerald earrings, she grabbed her black cloak and got out of her apartment. She didn't had a car, as it was stupid. Everyone knows New York City is an impossible place to find a space to park your car. Luckily, she didn't need a ride to get to the restaurant, as it was only a few blocks away. She got to Divine Writing after three minutes. She got in there, finding every face in the bar familiar. They all knew each other. They were the writers of the city. Even the waiters and waitresses were writers, and were as friends as the clients. 

"Hey, Blondie." An unfamiliar voice said. She turned around to find a waiter. But, surprisingly, she didn't knew this one.

His wavy black hair fell into his black eyes. They were cold as stone. She shivered.

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This is a new story I've been working on. Please, don't be afraid to rate, comment or add it to your reading list if you want to! I'd be glad if you guys told me wether if you like it or not. (wether it's crap or not) Thanks for reading! :)

I know it's short short short but it's only the Introduction! ;)