“The one on the end of the road that looks like a retirement home”

“No I don’t. What did you want again?” She motions towards the cigarettes.

Trying hard not to look embarrassed, I bought my usual cigs and left towards the house. Inside, everything was the same. I nervously scratched my head, lit up one of my cigarettes, and out of the corner of my eye noticed some movement. The chairs were different; they were slightly apart from the table, seats viewable, as if to allow for someone to sit down. I stared into the open window hoping to catch the glance of someone inside. Yet to no avail.

So I shrugged it off, and headed back to University.

For the rest of the day I contemplated what I just saw, “It was first thing in the morning” I kept telling myself. “I was tired, assignment hand in tomorrow, you are just stressed”.
I went to the student bar later that day to “blow off some steam” or whatever cliché excuse you use to drink. I had a few drinks, talked with friends, and headed home.