Missing: White woman

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Barcelona, Spain

The Lady sat by the window looking out at the buzzing city. She was on her second latte macchiato, a rare indulgence in her hectic days. Not the coffee itself, but being able to sit down for an hour without anyone needing her.

A bright red umbrella caught her eye. The old man under it pulling up his collar to hide further away from the slow rain drizzling down.

They didn't have a clue here what extreme weather is, she thought as her eye wandered off towards the entrance of the bar, opposite the cafe where she was sitting.

The blonde girl she had noticed earlier was back outside under the little terrace roof. Dressed in a little purple summer dress, undoubtedly too short to her grandmother's liking, she was trying to light up her little rolled-up cigarette while balancing a bottle of beer in her hand. Succeeding after a few attempts, she leaned back on the wall and dug out her phone from a small purse and started tapping away. Her back-pack was parked between her sandal-clad feet. The blonde hair was pulled up in a lazy bun.

The girl couldn't be local. You wouldn't see many local girls in Barcelona with natural blonde locks and hardly sun-kissed skin. It wasn't a surprise that as she hit the half-way point on her cigarette a much-more local looking Juan approached her.

The Lady stirred around her latte and spooned up a bit of the milk foam to her lips.

Blondie was smiling happily towards Juan and there was no need to be a body language expert to realize the juvenile flirting that was going on. Something was happening though, the girl was gesturing with her phone and defeat seemed to wash over the hopeful Juan. He backed away and went into the bar while the girl straightened her back and answered the phone. She was walking in a little circle, the way you mindlessly do. Her answers seemed short and the Lady thought she recognized an eye-roll when the girl was again facing toward her. The Lady couldn't help but smile, the girl behaved exactly like she assumed her daughter did whenever mother called to check up on her.

Such a pretty little thing, the Lady sighed. Yes, she will be perfect.