Eleanor had FINALLY managed to talk her therapist into allowing her to attend college courses. The busty blonde woman with a Psychological degree was concerned that the stress of college would cause Eleanor to relapse in a psychotic frenzy. But, she didn’t think so. Eleanor knew she could handle it.
She disregarded her hopes of being an Elementary School teacher. That would definitely NOT happen. No parent wanted a lunatic tending to their children. But what had sparked her interested was an English Lit Major as well as a French Major. Which lead the girl into the hopes of a double major.
It was around 6:00pm when Eleanor’s classes of the day had ended and she shuffled, practically brain dead, to the nearby cafe. Her favorite. She would often study there. Great for people watching, but also amazing croissants.
After ordering a steaming cup of black coffee, she brought it to the corner of the square room, nestling in the chair. She wasn’t dressed to her best. With form fitting leggings and torn up converse, she never went to class looking dazzling. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and square rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. To top it all off and to combat the cool fall weather, she wore an [extremely] over-sized sweatshirt.
She sipped from the coffee, glancing up at the door every so often, but her interest was mostly drilled into the book in front of her. Père Goriot. A book that mixed both of her majors. Not just textbook French, but alas. Literature. She nearly jumped out of her seat when a crash was heard behind the counter. A glass shattered.
When she finally glanced up at the scene, she noticed a well built male at the counter. Her head tilted a bit, a soft smile on her lips, only for her to look away seconds later. She did not need to get up an embarrass herself right now. Besides, he seemed busy. Her attention turned back to her book. She became unaware of her surroundings once again.
