I'm not sure what I saw. She sat across from me, toying with the cup of coffee in front of her. Empty bags of sugar and mini-cartons of cream lay nearby in tatters, shadows of their former selves. A spoiled spoon lay nearby, spilling remnants of coffee and cream on the parchment of the ad-splattered table cover. Her eyes were focused below, but on nothing. The theme song of her mind purred along without interruption. I waited for eye contact that would never happen again.

A few minutes later the check was dropped on the table. I picked it up. When I put it down with some accompanying cash she was no longer in my sight. It would take awhile for her to run away from my mind.