There she sat. The cafe customers giving her side glances as she sits alone. Waiting for food and a drink. She was an outcast. A flower amongst a cruel ruthless world. She hid in her scarf as she ignored the people talking about her. Even the children enjoying cake claimed she was creepy. She looked like she was permenantly on the verge of crying. Infront of her was an empty chair. The chatter about her grew louder as she gripped her shirt. She was on the edge.