The table is still a little sticky from where I spilled some iced coffee yesterday. I come here too often. It smells like coffee and rain. Whenever the door opens the smell of cigarettes floods in. I swish some iced coffee around in my mouth. I don’t really like the flavor but I had to buy something so I could use their wifi. My permanent retainer catches my tongue. Metal and foreign, yet I’ve accepted it and hardly notice it anymore. A table of girls all with brightly colored hair. One has black hair that fades into bright electric blue, stick straight. To her left sits a pink haired beauty with long braids going down from her baseball cap, vintage and well worn. Across from her, A guy with an undercut and purple streaks in his hair. His laptop has a huge “Coexist” rainbow sticker. Next to him is a girl with long, curly, silver hair. Fashionable and fresh, dark roots just starting to peak out. They all have laptops and huge cups of coffee dangerously close to their arms, moving expressively. I am anxious watching the girl closest to me, the silver haired one, as her arm keeps barely missing her cup. I move my chair so I don’t have her in my view. |