Vanessa
She's not hard to find, she never has been. Clara is… organized, and very predictable, as precise as a mathematical formula. And that makes her easy to follow.
…
I'm sitting at a table by the window of a café across from her building, the same one as always, the same one from which I've seen her come in, go out, talk, smile… live.
My fingers circle the coffee cup, already cold for a while now… I'm not drinking it, I didn't come here for that.
My eyes are fixed outside, on the front door, waiting.
I think I'm a very patient woman, and that's a virtue.
And then… She appears, as always, punctual, confident… Unfazed.
My gaze sharpens without me even noticing, I watch her walk, that firm step, that straight back.
That way she carries herself as if the world… could never touch
