Velvet curtains

Maybel was sitting in her favourite little café, sparkling wine already on the table while she sat in a window seat, watching the people go by. She was waiting on her best friend in the whole wild world and oh she had a lot to tell. She didn't even know where to start. Everything was suddenly happening so fast al at once. So she had sent her friend a small note that had said: "You, me, the Paragon, 3 o'clock." Maybel just had to get things of her chest. Stupid things, like how she hated that her father had to marry again and that she understood why he did it, but she still wanted to complain about it. And she wanted to forget about it for a while at the same time, and just talk and drink and have a fun time with her friend. And there was more fun gossip, of course, if Adalaine wasn't in the mood for her gloomy self-pity.

Maybel looked at her little pocket watch and then sighed dramatically. Casual late was okay, and she shouldn't feel so impatient. But it was just her nature: when she had something in mind, it had to happen. So she grabbed her glass of wine and sipped revined. She hadn't forgotten her manners, yet. So she started to look at the people who were also sitting in the cozy, but obviously expensive, grand cafe. You just had to look up to the chandeliers.