Vignette #1: The Nonchalant

I've been trying to do a bit of creative writing recently, just for fun really. As I have almost no imagination when it comes to characters or plots, I've just been writing exaggerations loosely based on personal experiences. Following is the first in a series of vignettes I will be posting in the coming weeks...

The café is misnamed, for it does not occupy the corner. In fact, the Corner Bar & Grill sits exactly four businesses away from the corner, nestled between a pair of cafes looking remarkably similar to the Corner. Never mind, this fact doesn’t seem to matter in the least to the mysterious young European sitting cross-legged on the rattan chair under the Corner’s awning. Despite the heat, her slender limbs are covered to the wrists and ankles in black attire that would look nondescript in gray London perhaps, but here set her apart from the multitudes of barang dressed in revealing tank tops and vibrant skirts. She fidgets in the chair, her long legs making it difficult to curl up as she appears wont to do. Reaching for a Marlboro from a packet on the table, she gazes indifferently out of the café at nothing in particular, seemingly oblivious to the bustle of passing motos and street vendors. As she flicks her lighter, a strand of auburn hair falls from behind her ear, dangerously close to the flame and yet this too, she appears not to notice. With each drag, she exhales disdainfully, as if perturbed that the coming breath of fresh air will interrupt the nicotine gratification. Neither happy or sad, it is quite evident that the only thing holding any interest for her is the precious cigarette.