She sits at the book cafe
Pen on her right hand
Writing her heart out
Mind filled with doubt.

The door opened
Two people walked in
Observantly they're lovers
Holding hands
Smiling at each other.

Her phone vibrated
Snapping her thoughts
She saw who was calling
She continued to ignore it.

Three poems already written
A guy arrived and made his order
He looked at the quiet girl in the corner
Couldn't help but recognize her.

She raised her head as she closed her diary
Familiar eyes met her...