I walked down the street stopping slightly now and then to look at something. It was a really pretty day considering that I lived in London, it was still a bit chilly though.(glad I wore a hoodie ) It was a Saturday which meant I was walking to my favorite coffee shop to get coffee. When I finally reached the glass doors of the building I stopped slightly looking at my reflection my orange hair (yes orange hair) hung low on my shoulders I didn't look particularly pretty today my gray eyes looked cold and empty and my lips were chapped and my face was so pale I looked like a fucking ghost. I finally snapped out of my daze and realized I probably looked really weird just standing in front of the coffee shop staring into space. I opened the door hearing the familiar ding of the bells, and walked in. I shuffled awkwardly up to the counter and ordered what I wanted. (Black coffee with nothing in it that probably sounds really gross) and sat down at a table with two chairs.