Juliet's legs carried her swiftly down the walkway. She wasn't in a rush at all, but she couldn't help but pass the other people that dawdled their way around. She had long legs, she was tall, she didn't need to be stuck behind old people that shouldn't legally be walking. Every now and then she would get a cold smile from someone, and she would return it with a genuine one. Julie was so used to getting off looks from people that it was second nature to her now to just be nice to them so that it pissed them off even more. She liked being different, and if they all had a problem with it then hey, she didn't care, and there was nothing she could do anyway. It wasn't like what they thought affected her. And Julie didn't care to be popular.

She knew it would probably be smart to do some shopping for home, since her fridge was all out of most of everything, but there was an overwhelming need for coffee that was trying to kill her. Wherever she looked she noticed people with coffee in their hands and in a stunned silence of terror she realized she hadn't had her dosage this morning. That was no good, what was a caffeine addict without caffeine in her? Julie held out her hand and noticed the already shaking appendage was getting worse. It felt like she had Parkinson disease. The thought wasn't exactly savory and she bustled herself into the nearest place where she could get her hands on her anti-drug. She absolutely hated being in places that were so busy, but it was coffee or death. She tried to make her way calmly to the counter.

Tussers. She read the big glowing sign above the cashiers head as the little woman started up at her without asking her what she wanted to order.
"I need a coffee please." She murmured, reaching for her purse.
"What kin-" The attendant started.
"I don't care." She cut her short, taking out some coins and handing them to the astonished woman. She almost made a comment about never seeing an american before. Honestly, this lady worked at a coffee store and she was looking at her like she was an alien. Had she never before seen a person in desperate need of caffeine? Obviously not. Juliet tapped her fingers on the counter as she waited.

Finally, her coffee was handed to her and she groped for the sugar, once she had it in her hand she dumped it right back again, feeling rather stupid. She didn't even eat sugar, but she was so used to getting some for her dad that it had become a force of habit. Juliet had to admit, she was a little stressed out here. A new place, new people, and she didn't know a soul. The work here wasn't too difficult, but she could cruise through any work. She shrugged off the fact and settled the blame of the stress on the fact that she had no friends. She didn't mind being alone, not at all, but the poor girl is only human after all. Everyone needs someone to talk to. And hell, she didn't even have to talk to them, she would settle for sitting in complete silence if she had to. She had done that many a time. It all came down to the bonds between one person and another. She hadn't felt any sort of bond like that in a while, since she had been traveling, and she was so far from her hometown friends now. As she ran a hand through her thick hair, she kept her head up, looking up at the ceiling. Her head was starting to hurt again. Some days were worse than others, when she missed her dad. Although she was rather old to have that feeling, they still had a bond that most parents and children denied. Juliet didn't mind being close to her father, especially since she would never truly remember her mother.

Walking a little slower now because she had coffee in her hand, she took a sip as she made her way towards the exit. For some odd reason, her train of thought had vanished, perhaps pushed out by the headache, and thanks to that, she wasn't paying attention to what was going on around her. It only took a matter of seconds for the big guy in front of her to bump into her fragile form. He sent her backwards, and as she attempted to steady herself, her heal caught onto to something, a table perhaps, she wasn't sure. She held the styrofoam cup in the air and reached her other hand out to break her fall, but by some stroke of luck there was a chair just beneath her, and her rear end landed neatly on the seat. If she hadn't tripped up like that people would probably have thought she was just sitting down. She sighed, relieved that she wasn't damaged and that her coffee was still in its cup. Taking a deep sip, she looked ahead of her, sitting sideways in the chair, just the way she had landed.

Juliet wasn't too sure how long she had been sitting there, or why she hadn't noticed him earlier, but when she did see him sitting there with her she almost fell backwards. The poor guy probably thought she was physco or that she was just ignoring him. She felt her face flush red and her eyes widen as she looked at him.
"Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there!" She couldn't even begin to imagine how stupid she sounded. This guy probably thought she was trying to use a crappy pick up line on him or something. All she knew was that this was on her list of top ten embarrassing moments in life. Since she didn't do much adventurous things, it was likely that this incident topped the list by far. She raised one pale hand to touch her face, hoping that her mouth wasn't hanging open too. She was probably as red as a tomato.

word count. 1, 024
inspiration. Godsmack - Serenity
other. Very crappy post, sorry