May 25th 8:37 a.m.
Today was the first day she noticed me.
Actually I fail to believe that, she had probably noticed me on multiple occasions, but today was the first day she happened to acknowledge my existence.
She entered, at her normal time. Her head hung lowly as the annoying bells wrapped around the door handle queued her entrance. She waited in the short line stoically, occasionally readjusting her black ray-bans and pulling herself deeper into her hoodie. Once at the counter she ordered her usual quietly, so quiet she had to repeat herself. She then paid and left 3 dollars in the tip jar
(which if you racked my brain you would see that gesture under the 'stranger traits' collection alphabetized in the file "G" for generous.)
She then waited patiently in the farthest back corner for her (what I assumed to be her) initial to get called.
Sometimes she was on her phone, picking at her nails. But today her head hung lowly, as if she was scrutinizing her sneakers. Her eyes flickered forward, then in my direction.
I quickly snapped my head down in hopes I wasn't caught staring at her. I pretended to take interest in a poster across from my table, but actually continued look at her from the corner of my eye.
She then began rummaging through her small purse, soon pulling out a ball-point pen.
She grabbed a nearby napkin from a dispenser and wrote quickly.
Her order was up shortly after that, she grabbed her drinks before heading to the door, but not before sliding the inked napkin onto my table and exiting, silently.
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Mosaics ~ N.H
FanfictionA short story about a broken actress with a hoodie and a blue-eyed writer who believes she is perfect; just the way she is. ~ Posted on my fandom Instagram {@fangirls__unite} but currently being edited because I may or may not be an unsatisfied...
