She sits in a coffee shop
Her pencil twirling round and round
Perplexed in confusion
Unsure of the page to turn
The lamp dims letting shadows in
The fan quells the dampness
A chair tilts in the background
The mirror reflects a jaded rust
Her eyes scan the room
She bits her lip in an unsure distrust
Her eyebrow raises
She crosses the other leg
The door opens again
Her papers flutter losing her place
She glances wide eyed
Looks back down for an unknown opportunity
