She sat alone by the counter. Watching the people laugh with their friends. They were once her friends too. Suddenly a voice beside her asks if she’s all right. She nods and forces a smile. But the voice is not convinced. Maybe there is hope she thinks. But again she’s mistaken.

He enters and sits down at the table in front of her. His friends congregate at the other table. But for some reason he does not join them. Maybe she should talk to him. But that would be awkward. She watches him from where she is. Loving everything about him. Suddenly they call him to start and he motions for her to follow.

She sauntered into the room. Finally there was something for her to do. The sullenness and loneliness for that hour was over.

She looked around the room, the cold and unfamiliar room. He was there to. Complete perfection. But he was not alone. Surrounded by all his friends. They were once her friends too. But alas things change. She is nobody there. Longing to go back to yesterday when she had been with the people who somewhat cared about her, or so she thinks. But that wont happen. Not for this hour. All she can do is to put on a good front and convince herself that it’s ok to be alone in a crowd.

She has been watching him the whole time. But nobody notices that. They’re all to interested in their friends. They were once her friends too. Suddenly he turns to look at her. Her eyes are emotionless and to some maybe cold. But maybe he sees the subtle hints of softness and the pain in her eyes. He smiles and she smiles.

She has not known him long. But she knows enough to see how perfect he is. And she knows that if he could see the person she was inside, he’d love her for who she is. But is it too late for that now. Has his mind been poisoned with the stories of her past.