Fishponds || Mini, Liv + Franky
Mini tapped a rhythm out on the booth table along to her music, her eyes unfocused but fixed on the door. A fit young waitress made her way to the table, snapping Mini out of her daze. She pulled out her headphones just fast enough to hear the young girl ask “just the diet coke?” Mini smiled up at her and nodded, adding a quick thanks as she turned and walked away. She played with the straw of her drink, looking at her reflection in the window.
She’d changed in a year, and it was obvious. Her outfit alone would’ve shown anyone who’d know her previously that she was a different girl. Although she wasn’t all that different. Her skinny jeans hugged at her hips, and her singlet was tight in just the right places, but the mum in her took over and made her shrug on a jacket over the top. She didn’t need, nor did she want the attention she used to get at bars like this.
She sighed, leaning back against the chair and waiting for the bell above the door to ring. It was getting boring sitting here alone. She was here first for once, and it was strange. But a day out was a day out nonetheless.
