30th April

So here I am, back in my favourite cafe. It's nice outside, so the sofas are free and I can sit opposite the door and watch the people pass in and out. There's a girl sitting at the table next to me. She has dark curly hair and big glasses. Her top is a dusty pinky-purple, and a thick material with an embroidered pattern of circles and shapes that fascinates me. When I first sat down and started getting out my bits and bobs, I didn't pay much attention to her. Until I looked up and realized that she was watching me intently. It's funny how odd it feels when you realize someone is doing to you what you're constantly doing to someone else. Even if more subtly...



A girl just walked into the cafe with hair tied up in a pony tail, red converse and a green-checked shirt underneath a dark blue, knitted jumper with three bunny rabbits in the front. When I say girl, I mean late teens/early twenties. The middle rabbit had a red and white striped waistcoat on. She is pretty, in a foreign-exchange-student kind of way (which is what I assumed her to be) and is reading "Three men in a boat", which she appears to find amusing at times. But that jumper..?
Two blondes have plonked their noisy selves next to me on the sofa. In the five minutes before I plugged myself in to avoid their noise, they giggled over a particular drink, covered the gossip of a recent party and squealed over a distinction. I can't help but think that the two cokes they've just bought can't be doing much to help their hyperactivity. "Oh, that's shocking!"