Poor Little Rich Girl

The sunlight shone through the crystal clear window, the low chatter echoed through the stylish bar as women strolled in and out most of the day. There job was to have no job, their day's was filled with shopping and parties, their children was looked after by nanny's. There life was one big party that no-one could crash. But beyond the fixed smile and expensive designer clothes, lied something that wasn't easily fixed by a new pair of shoes or a week at Palm Springs. Things went deeper than that, and from looking at these perfect women that appear to have everything, lies a great unhappiness. A hole that cannot be filled.

Sawyer watched her closely, she always came in around noon. Had a drink, something to eat, stared into her empty glass, looked at her glistening diamond ring that reflected little dots on the wall because of the spotlight that she sat under. She appeared to be lost in deep thought then without warming she quickly rose from her seat and left.

He'd known about her for a while, read her file, drove past her house but after watching her for a week, observing her moves, her body language, he decided to make his move. He waited for the chiming on the bar's clock to ring and sure enough she came through the huge glass doors, dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, he listened to the clicking of her heels on the wooden floor as she got closer, her long blonde hair falling across her face hid the beauty that lie beneath. As she tossed her head to the side her hair flew out of her face and she caught Sawyer's eye. He smiled. So did she. That's when he knew. He had her.

He watched her walk to the bar, order her drink. "Chardonnay" He said to himself, he watched her lips, then smiled. He was right. "Grilled steak salad" He continued to read her, almost like she was a book he had read over and over. Again he laughed when she moved her lips and those words came out. She walked over to her usual position, in the far corner underneath the soft spotlight that showed off her ring. She always wore a sad, lonely expression, he never remembered seeing her smile, seeing her laugh. After her meal, she looked into the glass, as she always did. Sawyer pushed himself back into the brown leather seat, she always looked like she was trying to find something as she looked in the rounded glass that had lipstick marks around the top. Suddenly the bar tender came over, collected her plate and glass and walked away, now she began staring at the ring, like she was looking back in a crystal ball at the times her and her husband used to share together but didn't no more. After what seemed like forever, Sawyer knew that any second she would jump up without warning and leave. Sure enough she did, but unlike the other times Sawyer did as well. Walking in the same direction, she didn't see him, there paths going in the same direction, the clicking of her heels, the pounding of Sawyers feet hitting the floor, their bodies collided with each others as Sawyer walked into her on purpose, her hands gripped his shoulders and she dropped her bag that hit the ground with a thud. Quickly removing her hands she bent down to grab the bag handle. So did Sawyer. There hands met as the both went for the white strap. She looked up, a slight shade of pink came across her face. "Sorry" Sawyer drawled slowly, making her laugh a little. Sawyer looked at her beautiful smile, that lit up her eyes. She should smile more often, but he knew why she didn't.

"No I'm sorry…I-I wasn't looking were I was going…it was totally my fault" She rose quickly leaving Sawyer to pick up the bag.

"I think this is yours" He relied, handing her the bag.

"…Yes…Thank you…I'm sorry"

"Don't be… if I had to bump into anyone it would defiantly be you…Sawyer by the way" Sawyer held out his hand which was accepted with another laugh from the women.

"Sarah"

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