It's Getting Colder

It’s been a little chilly this Thursday.  The weather is starting to get colder as the winter is slowly approaching.  The onset of fall is making the leaves change, as well as the wardrobe of the people around us.  For some reason, the clothes get tighter when the weather gets colder.  There is a girl who looks about fifteen sitting in the table across from me.  She has long black hair, and wears way too much makeup for her age.  She is wearing a pair of leggings and a very tight t-shirt with a pair of boots.  She is somewhat short, has an athletic build, and is petite.  She is getting quite a bit of male attention, especially those who are a little older than she is.  She does not look very uncomfortable which makes me wonder whether she notices at all, or is somehow enjoying older men look at her in such a way.  Nonetheless, she goes on talking to her friends while they wait for their food.  I notice she is very touchy with one of the guys sitting with her at the table.  She grabs his hand and plays with it, then moves onto his hair.  He looks a little bit older than she does, around seventeen or eighteen.  Maybe they really are the same age, but their genes make them look younger and older. 

At another table is a couple that had barely arrived.  They looked like they were in college as they had both looked as if they were in their early twenties.  The girl was blonde, and was dressed in a track jacket and work out pants.  She wore her hair back in a pony tail, and had very little makeup on her face.  The guy that she was with was in sweats.  He had a skin tight Underarmour shirt on.  He had toned arms and a toned stomach.  Both looked as if they were prepping to go working out but stopped to grab a quick bit to eat.  The couple was fit and it seemed as if personal image and health was a big part of their lives as well as their relationship.  The guy seemed genuinely happy by the smile he wore.  The girl on the other hand looked as if she was upset or was bottling up something.  I saw her grab his hands, and his expression changed from happy to what looked like hurt.  They still had their hands intertwined with one another’s, however, it was easy to tell that the mood had changed. 

After sitting there for a little while observing, a boy no older than six had approached me.  He was missing a couple of his front teeth, and had hair that was long, but not too long.  Quite honestly, I had no clue where his mother was.  He approached me and smiled in only a way that a little kid can smile.  He asked what I was doing, and I explained to him that I was working on some homework.  He asked what homework was and why I absolutely needed to do it.  He watched as I kept typing on my laptop, but did not say much.  I assumed he was still too little to read, or maybe he just had some difficulty reading.  Soon enough I saw a woman approach the table as well.  “Where have you been?!” she was yelling at the boy now.  She gave me the dirtiest look, however, I was not the one who left my kid unattended.  She continued to yell “I stop to talk for five minutes and you wander off!”  She kept scolding her kid, and at this point he started to cry.  The two of them then left as she continued to glare at me.