Coffee Shop

Word Count 394

Who would have known that the local bagel shop is filled with characters from novella’s (Spanish soap operas). I sat quietly while I listened to the conversations of these melodramatic people across from me. They were three college aged girls, all drinking their non-fat, caramel, mocha latte some things. The letters Kappa Delta in elaborate prints were heat ironed on their sweatshirts.

I heard the first girl speak, she was of Asian descent. Her eyes closed gently every time she devoured another bite of her bagel. She was the ring leader of the group, when she spoke the other two girls had to listen. Her mouth barely opened when she spoke, like a calm opening up, just a little to see it’s pearl. Then it snapped back with a forcefulness, after scolding the other girls. Her upper lip was swollen and almost covered her lower lip. Her arms fell to the side as she leaned back in her chair.

“Jenny you know that wasn’t right what you did,” she said.

Jenny, a quiet and cutely chubby girl put her head down as she examined the cream cheese on her bagel. She was speechless, and did not know how to confront the leader. Jenny was pissed. Her face squinted a bit, which made deep indentations of crows feet. The layers of Mac cover-up began to crack a little. But she never said a word.

“Just leave her alone, we’ll talk about it later,” said the third girl.

A skinny brunette with a bit of an acne problem, desperately wanted a change in topic. Her long slender hands tore the bagel bit by bit. Then she popped each piece in her mouth, and chewed like a pigeon.

“No we need to talk about this now! So you better answer me Jenny, I’m not kidding,” the first girl said, with an annoying and demeaning voice.

This girl was a bitch. I knew it, Jenny and the brunette knew it, too bad she did not know. I could not understand why these girls would even break bagels with each other; it was obvious they disliked one another. But after that confrontational comment they all decided to eat in silence.

After they were finished, they got up; put there identically mini Jansport backpacks on, and headed back to their sorority house. I never did find out what Jenny did.