The cafe.

I saw her again, sitting at the same table in the cafe. I don't know who she is...I've never seen her ever meet anyone just walks in orders some food has a few polite words with the lady taking her order and sits waiting for it to be served. I've watched her when I pop in for a coffee and a browse through my emails but always on a Thursday. It's always the same she drinks her cappuccino, picks at her sandwich looks around occasionally. She seems like she is waiting for someone that never arrives, this cafe is usually empty at lunchtime more of an evening affair ... it sort of bothers me...it makes me troubled...I can't really tell you how many times I've watched her...but it has been a lot. Sometimes I wonder if I should be in that picture...watching her.