I do not own these characters. I'm just borrowing them
There was something about this girl that provoked my curiosity. She was sitting alone in the both next to the door. She looked worn, like she hadn't slept or eaten a proper meal in days. Her hair was black and spiked in many directions, and every now and again she would run her fingers through the thick locks, but each time they would fall back into place as if she had never touched them. She was wearing a tight black hoodie that was zipped up all the way, and from what I could tell she was wearing jeans that were worn and tattered. She didn't look up when I went over to her.
"How are you doing tonight?" I asked.
She sighed through her nose and continued to stare at the table.
"I'm fine. May I have some water please?" She was terse, her voice unwavering.
"Of course. Anything else?"
"No." She finally looked at me for the first time since she walked into the diner, and I could have sworn I heard her take in a breath of air as if she had seen something shocking, but before I could react she continued, "Just the water, please". She quickly looked back at the table and grabbed the menu that was laid out for her and flipped through the plastic laminated pages.
I smiled warmly, "I'll be right back."
I haven't written in a while. I know my writing style isn't the best, but I had this story in my head and wanted to share. Hope you enjoy. All comments are welcome, if any.