She sat on a table by the window. She liked to see the pedestrians walking, most with hurry because they probably were late to work or some sort of date, others with the calm pace of people who have nothing to do. Young men in suits and ties, mothers with their children, students, workers, old ladies with flowered dresses and matching hats and purses, grandfathers sitting together and commenting on the weather or the traffic or how youth these days is. The day was not bright, but the clouds weren't dark enough yet to pour the rain. The little air that blew was still warm, despite the fact that it was nearly the end of September and tree leaves had started to change colors, from a healthy green to a rusty golden or a slight blush, soon to become bloody before finally dying on the grey pavement, maybe under a layer of dirty snow. But that would be months from now.

The waiter had walked by her table a couple of times to ask her whether she wanted some more coffee or maybe something to eat. She realized how hungry she was by the third time he insisted, and the bells of the nearby church reminded her that she'd been sitting there for more than two hours now. She looked at him as he returned behind the bar and noticed his messy, dark hair, which was probably wavy if he let it grow too long. She couldn't see his eyes, but she thought it wasn't important at the time. There was no need to make an acquaintance in this small town. He might try to treat her to dinner sometime if she stayed here long enough, and maybe even ask her on a date and expect to sleep with her. She wouldn't mind the latter, though. It felt lonely at night, but it felt worse when they left her bed and it was cold under the sheets when she woke up.

The boy brought her coffee and a vegetable bagel. After that, he disappeared into the kitchen and five minutes later he walked out to the street with a school bag hanging from his right shoulder. She saw him ride his bike downhil, probably towards his classes at high school. A bitter smile appeared on her lips and she sighed before going back to reading the local paper. A picture of the spelling-bee winners, some announcements from the city hall, an audition for the Christmas play... She gave her bagel a bite and chewed slowly. She was in no rush at all. She continued to flip through the pages: the local basketball team had won the regional championship, a funeral was to be held later in the afternoon... And there she saw him. Even if the picture was in black and white, there was no way she could mistake him, his green eyes and his sand-colored hair. She even felt for a moment that his scent was in the air. She was getting closer. She had to hurry up if she didn't want to lose track of him again, otherwise that'd be the fourth time in a row. There was no time. She left a note on the table, probably a lot more than her breakfast really costed, and headed quickly to the street. 

The wind immediately blew her hair into all directions, blinding her partially. When she finally managed to control them, she saw a man standing by the traffic lights. He was looking directly at her. He was waiting for her, a cigarrette in his hand. She looked back at him. If this is some sort of joke, you'd better stop it here and now, she thought. All of a sudden she started to feel that familiar ache in her chest. Her sight became blurry, then white, then black. She fell to the floor on her knees and held to something metallic with her right hand to avoid fainting completely. It took her some time to come back to her senses, but it could have been anywhere between seconds to whole minutes. Two old men stopped by and helped to her feet, and one even bought her a can of coke. While she waited, she slowly turned her head around, trying not to get dizzy again. But he had already left. Again.