12 o'clock, At Our Favourite Café

She had come here, to this café, at the exact same time ever since she moved to the lonely town of Clover Springs. Each day looking more worn and crumpled than the day before, every day her face became sad and lonelier. At twelve o'clock on the dot she would arrive, sitting down at a two-seater table right next to the window, just waiting. Never finishing the coffee she would order when she arrives, just staring into its depths. Only ever looking up when the door jingles, hope to glitter onto her face for just a moment, before disappearing as quickly as it appeared.