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There she sits, staring at the table of a small town restaurant, hair falls in her eyes; It always does that. Yawning and tugging at her baggy jeans. She looks up and her eyes connect with the eyes of the man at the table across from her.

She had his eyes, as well as his sense of humor. She searched her mind for something to talk about. Anything besides the mindless chatter of these small town folk and the silence between them.

Nothing came.
Nothing came but these thoughts.

Her mind filled endlessly, but nothing to discuss with him. Sure, she thought, My father and I are alot alike; We share the same DNA.

The door opens, the chilly wind of December kisses my cheeks and a man in a long coat glides by. The trail of wind that followed him reeked of cologne. Not a pleasent smelling cologne; one of those smells that teased your nose with abrasive scents that you think will never cease. Maybe she seems to pay too much attention to these things.

Another man walks in, a towering fellow with a distinct sound following those tan workboots. She finds this imtimidating. She dreams of tall people scooping her up, and placing her in their pocket for good keeping.

Food comes. Her father eats like a ravenous wolf devouring its prey, not used to taking his time with his normal push-button fast pace city life. She, on the other hand, takes her time. Enjoying and savouring her food.

More thoughts come.
She wished she always carried a notebook so she could write them down as they come. Never missing a second of it. When shes done, she places everything neatly on her plate.

She looks outside and dreams of a man. A man to look at the stars with her. One to hold her as they watched movies and sipped on hot tea. Read poetry to her. To share his thoughts and feelings on everything he thinks about, everything he knows. Someone she could never get bored with. To laugh at her jokes and cute clumsiness. And pretend to enjoy her art. Humoring her and loving her how she is. Wide-eyed, fair skinned and plump. She wished the stars were out now.