#2

There was a young girl, 14 or so, sitting by a coffee table at a coffee shop.

Three candy wrappers in front of her, crumbled by the table, not in a particular order or pattern.

Just laying there, in front of her.

She had a blank stare and she didn't really look at anything, just looked.

Her hands were hanging by her sides and she looked a lot like a broken doll, left alone there.

There were a group of guys on few tables away from her, and her eyes lingered to them few times, but no wonder.

They were really loud, laughing their asses off making jokes about girls and whistling to those who looked good. I got sick of them after only a minute.

I was sitting by a coffee table, my mother beside me, holding a cup of tea in my hands.

We sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, songs of the musical we just watched playing on non-stop repeat on our heads.

I let my eyes lie on the girl, I made deductions about her that I have already forgotten.

A man in a thick jumper walked past her, pushing a baby carriage that had a white balloon strapped on it.

He was talking softly to the baby, and the girls eyes lied upon the horrible horrible jumper of his and I bet she must have laughed in her head.

Next time I let my eyes to that direction she was not there, but the three candy wrappers were. Neatly in line on the table.