It was a quiet, quaint evening at the coffee shop in the corner.
Meg, a slim yet curvaceous, exotic brunette happened to be sitting at a table by herself in the midst of the place and sipped her warm, smooth macchiato, delicately holding the cup with her dainty fingers, and nibbling at a little glazed scone.
She wore a loose chiffon puff sleeved blouse with a white tank top under it, with a lacy white skirt, and white knee highs along with black Mary Jane shoes. Her hair was wavy and medium length, with a little sparkly butterfly clip in her side part.
She glanced over her pc, occasionally clicking articles that caught her interest. She should had been working on her essay for her professor’s project, but was too distracted to. It was mostly finished but needed some added touches.
A sudden whirr and a clicking sound. Her PC crashed.
“Fuck, I have to get this fixed quickly or else I can’t get this essay turned in on time”
She closed her PC and unlocked her phone, looking to see if there were any computer repair shops in the area.