Seven Fridays
Fourth Friday
Jean was surprised to see the black haired woman without her book today. She sat against the bench and held a phone in her hands. She quickly moved her fingers across the touch screen, probably texting someone. A frown was upon her face and a soft sigh left her lips. Jean didn't like that look. Something was bothering her and it was probably the person she was texting. Jean wanted to approach her and ask her what was wrong but he continued to walk past her, his eyes remaining on her worried expression.