Again, the characters are not mine. I just made the story.
Ib was walking towards the café, looking at her red watch. It was 11:45. She decided it was better early then late. She started looking around, and realized that she was at the café. Looking up, Ib saw the café's name was G's Creative Café. She wondered if the G meant anything, but assumed it was for the purpose of sounding creative. Walking in, she saw Garry, in his usual worn coat. He looked up, and saw her, and called her over. She smiled and sat down at the table, nothing more than a regular table with a blue-plaid tablecloth. Looking up, Ib saw Garry holding her handkerchief, nice and clean. She picked it up, and saw there was something taped to it. It was, along with this phone number, a picture. Staring intently at it, she could not figure out what it was. She gave Garry a face, as though asking what this was. He glanced at it and said, "Oh, it's a seeing eye picture. If you look at all the colorful dots, you can see an image!" Ib smiled, and looked at the photo. "Seems familiar," Ib said. Staring at it, she saw an arm with a green sleeve holding a yellow rose reach towards her. Ib shrieked at the top of her lungs, and Garry bolted upward. She dropped the photo, but put the handkerchief in her pocket, unconsciously. She fell back on her chair, shivering. The people in the café looked over at the commotion, and muttered things like "She must be crazy" or "Oh great, another crybaby". Garry walked over, and picked up Ib and the chair. He hugged her, and asked, "What is it Ib?" Ib pointed a shaking finger at the picture. He looked at it, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He shook his head, "Ib it is not a painting. We're not going back there. There is nothing there, you're just seeing things." Ib whispered back, "I thought I saw Mary reaching towards me. I was so frightened." Ib wiped her eyes, making sure there were no tears. "I'll be right back," Ib said, "I have to go to the bathroom." As she walked towards the back, Garry towards to the people staring, and said, "Nothing to see here. There was just a small spider. Its all ok here." Everyone looked away, mildly suspicious, but stopped caring nonetheless. Ib, hearing all this, sniffed, and whispered "Thanks Garry." as she walked into the bathroom.
