There is a girl sitting on the bench across from mine. She is sitting up so straight it looks uncomfortable and she’s staring ahead and yet seeing nothing. She hardly moves except to flip open the cell phone she grips in one of her sweaty palms periodically to check the time. She does this too often and too fast. She removes a tube of lip gloss from her purse which stays clutched firmly to her side. She applys the gloss slowly with fingers too shaky for the job. She gets up to spit out her gum and replaces it quickly with a new one. A few minutes later she does this again and then again. This is the first time i notice, whoever she is, this girl is nervous. At the sound of a man’s voice, her head jerks suddenly to her left, her shoulders tense and she stares in that direction for a moment before resuming her original position.She looks too coiffed, too perfect, too ready. A little while later I see that she is punching the buttons on her cellphone slowly. She speaks quietly to the person on the other end. I cant hear what she’s saying although for the first time I see a small smile grace her lips. After a minute the conversation ends and I see that she looks a little more relaxed. This passes quicky as the sound of a manufactured melody erupts from her closed hand. She Answers the call abrubtly. I notice that she doesnt speak as much as she had during the first call, she just nods a couple of times and hangs up. For a moment she is completely still and it takes me some time to realize that she is collecting herself. Suddenly she is gathering her things. As silly as it sounds I have been watching her so intently I feel as if I know her and am sad to see her go. She is standing now, she still looks nervous but her chin is pointed upwards. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession before she spins on her heel and walks away to meet her fate whatever that may be.