Chapter Four: Pigging Out
Lydia furiously ran out the door. She stormed into the diner. She ordered a Diet Coke and her chicken salad alone with two slices of pie and a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Lydia couldn't believe the looks she got, but she couldn't help that her life sucked.
She strolled out of the diner and walked down the street. She got thirsty and bought another Diet Coke. She headed down the street passing shops until she came to the local Starbucks. She decided she'd head in to find a table in the back where she could throw herself a pity party. She would think about her Mr. Right. She headed to the back of the café. She saw a friendly face - Norah. She didn't look like she was having a good time.
"Hi, Norah," Lydia said enthusiastically.
"Hi," Norah mumbled.
The mystery guy cleared her throat while Lydia stood on looking.
Norah introduced Greg and explained to him how they worked together. Norah looked uneasy.
"Do you want a coffee?" She asked.
"Umm . . .No, I hate coffee. It is so gross." She rambled about her 135 reasons as she stood there. "Crap," she thought. "I always ramble."
"Well, I better go. Norah are you sure you're okay?"
"She'll be fine - we saw a chick flick," Greg said.
Lydia flashed a smile and headed home.
Lydia furiously ran out the door. She stormed into the diner. She ordered a Diet Coke and her chicken salad alone with two slices of pie and a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Lydia couldn't believe the looks she got, but she couldn't help that her life sucked.
She strolled out of the diner and walked down the street. She got thirsty and bought another Diet Coke. She headed down the street passing shops until she came to the local Starbucks. She decided she'd head in to find a table in the back where she could throw herself a pity party. She would think about her Mr. Right. She headed to the back of the café. She saw a friendly face - Norah. She didn't look like she was having a good time.
"Hi, Norah," Lydia said enthusiastically.
"Hi," Norah mumbled.
The mystery guy cleared her throat while Lydia stood on looking.
Norah introduced Greg and explained to him how they worked together. Norah looked uneasy.
"Do you want a coffee?" She asked.
"Umm . . .No, I hate coffee. It is so gross." She rambled about her 135 reasons as she stood there. "Crap," she thought. "I always ramble."
"Well, I better go. Norah are you sure you're okay?"
"She'll be fine - we saw a chick flick," Greg said.
Lydia flashed a smile and headed home.