The song had changed, the new guy's voice was not as warm anymore.
Her tea was totally cold now. Bitter. Cold.
She looked around; she had already read all the posted ads on the walls around her and names on the shops and even entertained herself by focusing on the fonts each store had chosen to display its name. She turned on her iPhone. Browsed her Facebook page one more time. There was no update since two minutes ago. She opened flipboard but thought she had no desire to read about all the miseries in the world at that time. Locked it again. He was late.
The music was completely faded now amid the street noises. It was a humid afternoon and it felt like with every honking car more humidity was added to the layers of air around her. She started fanning herself with her fingers to get rid of some of that air. He was late.
She looked at the end of the street again. There he was! Striding big steps waddling from side to side. Eyes wide and bright and a big 'ol grin on his lips. She giggled like a child but didn't move. He sat down panting: "I'm so out of shape" he said. She frawned and smiled. The waiter came over "Can I change your tea?" "Yes please!" She replied. "And please add a mocha to the order, no whip cream".