There she was. Strolling along the lonely street with no sense of direction. Her mind was occupied with deep thought and the desperation to find answers to the cause of her disgruntled state. After an hour of dread walking, she decides to walk into The Small Italian Cafe, finds a table for one, and signals the waitress for a menu. Decisions to make, if only she had the liberty to make her own. 'Coffee please, strong, black, no sugar' she says, blankly staring at the young woman standing in front of her, with an apron neatly tied around her waist and a little notebook in her hand. She looks young, mid-20s, short-hair, brown eyes, fair skin, round face, average height and moderate size. She's beautiful. 'Excuse me mam, is that all?', she's been staring at the girl all along, analyzing her appearance. She nods and Lethy, the new waitress, scurries away. Her eyes shift to the window. Little droplets of rain are racing along the glass. The street lights come on,...
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