It's the same thing everyday, I sit here at this cafe and wait. Hoping to see her smile, hear her talk in the excited way that she does. It is about that time, in just a few moments she will turn the corner. I wish she was here to see me. Anna, a friend of a friend. Though because of that friend we can talk for a brief time every morning. Some mornings she is cheerful and talkative others she is silent and thoughtful.
Like always she was on time. Today though she has a look of worry and excitement. She is also carrying an envelope in her hand. She keeps glancing at the envelop and a faint smile will appear on her face when she does. She is