Lines- The Coffee Shop

The small girl with plain features walked hesitantly into the quaint coffee shop that stood just slightly off the corner of main street. Admittedly she hadn't been there many times but she enjoyed it for the strange crowd and cozy feel. On that particular day, however, going in was not meant for people watching or warm feelings. She held her favorite book in one hand in case she would have to wait a while and to not draw so much attention to herself. Celia knew that what she was doing was slightly weird and possibly a little creepy but dreams haunted her with the idea and she just had to know. She ordered a London fog and a light pastry to keep her stomach at ease. There was this guy. He looked just slightly like Charlie Dalton from dead poet society and had a quiet misery about himself that Celia could not simply ignore. She knew he often frequented the coffee shop after long work days. She was hoping to somehow run into him by accident only she wasn't entirely sure if today would be one of his days. She got settled in in a dark corner section of the café; uncurling the well read page she often paused at and skimming down to her most favourite passage.