A small café on the edge of town, a place of regulars and neighbours, the place a young woman came to at exactly 5.25, every weekday, sitting in the corner with a good book, after a long day at work.
Without a raise of her head, the waitress would bring over her coffee and place it on the table next to her where the money rested, and a smile would appear on the girls face as she turned the page of the book. A hand reached out and curled around her coffee mug, her fingers curling into a grip that pulled the cup to her lips. The hot liquid soothed her as she relaxed back into the chair sighing into the mug; she flicked the page across with her thumb and sat back taking another sip of the coffee.
The café is with its usual's taking their designated spots could always feel the disturbance with an anomaly to their day the waitress would silently bring over their orders and leave them to themselves, they all felt the shudder of the abnormal as the door opened.
A white blonde haired man walked in they looked up, a disturbance in the norm was not something the woman wanted, He walked up to the counter, ordering his coffee, the sound of his voice piercing the room. She forced herself not to look up as he walked over and sat at the table next to her, she again turned a page of her book.
He sat silently and finished his cup; he took the cup back up to the counter and thanked the waitress. As he walked back towards the door and the woman looked over the top of her book.
Brown eyes met piercing grey and she felt her cheeks flush pink.
"Granger"