Writing Exercise: Cafe
It was the first time she’d experienced a feeling she couldn’t describe. She was tapping rapidly at her phone when the girl walked in. Barely visible to Emily, she was petite and unassuming. Her simple brown hair hung dead straight down her back. Her body was so slim she could have easily been mistaken for someone of the opposite sex. Her lack of curves prevented her entrance into the cafe having any effect on the people inside. The cafe was small, only capable of receiving a dozen or so people at any one time. Most people sat on the benches that lined the walls meaning you could look up and see who sat on the wall opposite. The entrance was placed in a way so that you could not enter or leave without someone looking up, you were visible to everyone.
Emily had only looked up once as the girl approached the counter. She continued to tap at her phone, her e-book reader lying on the table in front of her; caught between two pieces of technology, both vying for her attention. After sending her text she was only distracted from her book by the girl asking for an extra-dry cappuccino. She had always wondered what dry or wet meant with regards to coffee. This was the only reason why Emily could remember the girl at all. Other than her coffee order she could barely remember what had happened after the girl had entered.
The girl had gone straight to the small one stall bathroom after ordering. An action that had momentarily struck Emily as strange and yet hadn’t been that strange at all. Continuing with her novel she brushed the wet remains of chocolate powder from her top lip, before patting them dry with a napkin. The cafe was quiet, the ideal reading space. It was strange how much thinking was going on with so little noise. A shout. Or at least a shriek so high-pitched it barely qualified as being a formation of letters. The noise was undefinable. Everyone turned to the girl seated nearest the bathroom door, looking for a reason for her sound. Her eyes drew Emily’s attention to the floor as they stared at a dark red puddle of liquid that pooled out from under the door.