He sat in the coffee shop, watching people filter in and out. People watching was so much fun, and the stories that would come with it. This one, in a rush, and almost rude to the other people waiting, in his head she was anxious to get the coffee as she was delivering it to her friend that was in desperate need of a caffeine boost to get through a double shift, and she had to deliver it on the break. All the stories. In his head.
This was his favorite day of the week, Sunday, where he could relax around the corner from his place, and just watch as he sipped his coffee. He saw her enter out of the corner if his eye, she looked a little frazzled, like she had been rushing, and almost confused to where she was. She made her way to the counter and ordered, as he gave her a good look. She was in her 40’s he guessed, around his age, she was well dressed, and had legs for days. She almost caught her staring at them, but he didn’t think that she saw him. She was caught up in her own world. As she sat down at a table next to his, she took a bottle of caramel sauce out of her bag, and drizzled some into her coffee.. A sweet tooth he thought.. But had he just seen her bit her lower lip as she did that? He looked away.. His imagination got the better of him, he thought.