A young girl was walking along the street, holding onto herself for warmth. her white dirty dress was wet, she was looking for a warm place with food and drink. She held a few coins in her hand, so hopefully the Barman or Barmaid will accept it. She shivered, before entering the warm tavern and looking around.
She walked up to the bar, getting on the chair and putting the coin's down on the table. She counted them, and prayed it was enough to at least get a glass of water. The man nodded and took the coin, getting her a glass of water. She listened in on the others conversations, side-eyeing them with curiosity. What were these strangers talking about? she had no idea. She wished she could've came in earlier so she could hear the context.
Besides that, she took a sip from her water, her dress dripping slightly on the floor. She shivered a bit, causing her drink to spill slightly on herself. She didn't mind though, as if she was used to the cold by now.
When she finished her drink, she sat there, watching the others talk and have fun. She never got to have fun, she thought, her face remaining expressionless and the void of any feeling. She wondered what that felt like, having fun, drinking, having friends to chat with. What meaningless things, she thought. Meaningless to a girl like her.
She put her cup on the table, laying her head down as her damp hair touching her skin only made her colder. She looked tired, from the bags under her eyes being the most obvious clue. She blinked a couple of times, yawning, and continuing to watch the others.
