Post by *phr34k0wt on Nov 20, 2009 0:19:11 GMT -5
The rain pounded outside, making pitter-patter sounds on the coffee house window. She sat alone, black hair down in her face, jacket on. Her hands worked quickly on the paper in front of her, writing in spasms. There was no steam rising from the coffee sitting before her, which hinted at just how long she had been resting there. There was a couple of college boys sitting near her, typing away at their keyboards and stealing glances, wondering what she could be doing. One looked as though he contemplated coming over. She slowly took a small sip of her cold coffee, not caring, coffee is coffee.
She stopped her manic writing and peered out the window at the New York rain, wild. She took another sip from her mug, restless. The last thing she was interested in was to go home to her Bestfriend, and her Best friend’s boyfriend who was probably still raiding her fridge, naked. She drew circles in her book, triangles, and stars. The day was wearing on and all she wanted to do was sleep. Somebody who had just walked in the door waved her way and yelled; “Hey! Jo!”, but she hardly took notice, completely enthralled with the rain. In Her book she wrote “Hey, Jo.”
Jordan ran her hand up and down her black skinny jeans, from her thighs to the top of her boots and back again. The feeling that she was waiting for someone began to creep up on her again, she knew she wasn’t, but the feeling was still there. Tucking her pen and book into her bag she approached the order counter and asked for a top-up. Waiting, she leaned against the counter and stared at the door, waiting, expecting, almost hoping. The girl behind the counter smiled warmly at Jordan, making her feel welcome, and real. She paid up, took her coffee and sat back down, smiling.
She stopped her manic writing and peered out the window at the New York rain, wild. She took another sip from her mug, restless. The last thing she was interested in was to go home to her Bestfriend, and her Best friend’s boyfriend who was probably still raiding her fridge, naked. She drew circles in her book, triangles, and stars. The day was wearing on and all she wanted to do was sleep. Somebody who had just walked in the door waved her way and yelled; “Hey! Jo!”, but she hardly took notice, completely enthralled with the rain. In Her book she wrote “Hey, Jo.”
Jordan ran her hand up and down her black skinny jeans, from her thighs to the top of her boots and back again. The feeling that she was waiting for someone began to creep up on her again, she knew she wasn’t, but the feeling was still there. Tucking her pen and book into her bag she approached the order counter and asked for a top-up. Waiting, she leaned against the counter and stared at the door, waiting, expecting, almost hoping. The girl behind the counter smiled warmly at Jordan, making her feel welcome, and real. She paid up, took her coffee and sat back down, smiling.
