She sat cross-legged in an old, wooden chair in the center of the tiny coffee shop. The table was small and the seat across from her was empty. She watched the other customers with a quiet curiosity, gazing at them from behind pale blue eyes. With her sweater pulled down to her fingertips she slowly lifted the cup up to her lips. She repeated her pattern: lift, sip, lower as she studied the people around her. She imagined what their conversations were about and who they might be meeting. She pictured what kind of lives they lived and the events that led them to the coffee shop the morning. Caught in her reverie, she failed to notice the man cross the shop and approach her table. “Is this seat taken?” he said. She looked startled. “No, I suppose not. Go ahead.” He sat down and she continued to let her eyes dance around the room, saying nothing. She felt his gaze on the back of her head and tried not to let it disturb her observations, but she failed.
“Is there something I can help you with?” she snapped. He chuckled and smiled shyly at the stranger across from him.
“I guess you’re one of those people.” She was perplexed by his comment. One of those people?
She raised her eyebrows, “What do you mean?”
“You know, ” he said “one of those people. The kind that wait for life to happen.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“You’re right…but am I wrong?”
She had never been so intrigued by another person in her whole life. She considered his question for quite a while. No, he wasn’t wrong. She was a wallflower, it was what she was used to. She looked up at him not sure what to say.
He stood up from his chair and stretched out his hand. “Don’t think. Just jump in.”
She stared into his eyes looking for something that would let her know what she should do. He smiled.
“Screw it” she said. She grabbed his hand and together they left the coffee shop, ready to finally start living.