jeans and a grey t-shirt, flip flops and a large leather shoulder bag-- perfect for carrying textbooks. But most importantly, even though it is merely the last week of August, her eyes are tired as only a college student’s eyes can be. Hours of reading and mindlessly copying supposedly important passages into a notebook will do that to you.
The girl rises to go to the bathroom and only the boy at the far corner remains. Too far to observe closely, and it being after all, just another Wednesday night, she takes the last sip of her no-longer-iced tea and quietly leaves the shop to begin the three block walk home.