Rebecca Way

   Her name is probably Rebecca Way. She is sitting across from me at the corner table wearing a blue sundress. All that is left in her glass is a teaspoon of rosey liquid and some ice cubes, which would indicate that she's been sitting here for a while. She is reading a book (I'm not sure what, but if we're succumbing to stereotypes I'd guess either a recommended fiction or a travel guide). Maybe she is visiting here, working for the summer, but I like to think that this stylish lady is a native to my hometown.
   The dress is the type of garment you pack only one of for the specific occasion of a free day for doing something not labour intensive. Her hair is parted down the middle with her longish bangs framing her face with the rest of her hair pulled up. This style is complimented by the little earrings she wears. One her feet she wears cream coloured slip-ons, a good choice for the heat.
   She has currently abandoned her book and is texting on her blackberry (which wears a brightly coloured TNA case). Maybe she texts to reassure others around her that she has friends, this is a common pastime of anxious people alone in coffee shops. On the table in front of her is the nearly empty glass sitting atop a napkin, a wrapper of some sort, and the abandoned book. To her side in the booth she sits at is a white and brown zip-up shoulder bag. I can only imagine that she looks very stylish all put together.

   She stood up shortly after I finished writing this in the store. For the record, she looked very stylish.