let me, Mabelle opened the door to the coffee shop. She was wearing a pair of light blue jeans with a light pink long-sleeved shirt. On her feet were some silent white shoes that were amazingly still white. Her brown eyes looked over the Starbuck's. There wasn't too many people there, a few that seem to never leave, some business people just picking up a coffee, then your oddballs.

you said that, Her blonde hair moved on her back as she headed over to the counter. One mocha please. That was all she had to say, they knew exactly how she wanted it, she came here too often. She moved to the side as she waited for it to be made. Her mind began to wander but to nothing important. Her life was pretty dull now a days, just the normal routine except with school added in there. Miss, here it is. Mabelle turned around to face her mocha, smiled at the guy working, paid him, picked up her drink and headed toward all the tables. There was one open toward the middle of the store, it had a few seats but Mabelle picked it anyways thinking that if someone decided to come along they could sit with her. She was always up for new friends, well most of the time.