late at night and its cold outside

It’s almost closing time, but people do not seem to mind or are just ignoring the clock on the wall. It seems these days that the later in the day, the colder it gets. I look around and notice almost everyone has some sort of jacket hanging from their chair. As I take a seat I notice that the only men in this place are the employees. You really don’t notice the fact that there are more women in this world, until you are in a scenario like this.

The establishment is not as full as usual, but I contribute that too the hour and the weather. There are three tables of girls. The first table, is two girls, both wearing hoodies with pair of matching gloves at their side of the table. One girl has an empty drink on her side, casually using it to explain whatever story she is telling the other girl across from her who has not since I walked in detached herself from her straw. I don’t know if she is drinking from her cup or just too lazy to lift her head from her beverage.

The second table is composed of just one girl: she is on her laptop, typing with one hand book in the other. I can’t tell if the book is a manual or a foreign language dictionary. I then go with my second guess because she silently reads what I presume she already has written down on the computer, with lip movements not looking like any words I know. My guess would be she had to write her pin pal a letter in her native language as an assignment for school. I would had never come to this conclusion if I had never done it myself, but by a quick glance she looked like she attended the high school I went to. That high school was a mile away and you didn’t come to this place unless you lived nearby or went to that school and I went with both.

The last table is more of a booth, with four girls in it. Two of the girls sitting across each other were having a very intense looking discussion. What was most interesting was that the two other girls were just sitting there, observing the unfolding and quietly laughing to themselves. The discussion seemed to me as a power struggle between leaders. Both girls looked strong opinionated by their facial expressions and gestures, while the other girls looked like this was something that happened every ten seconds and were just used to it and were just waiting it out. At last the seemed to have come to an agreement and turned to the rest of the girls, and going back to planning what I guess was their next get together.