She sat there, absent mindedly drinking her coke; looking up at the old white beams of the ceiling, and studying the chipping paint. She sifted her gaze to look at the various meal advertisements and western desert landscape drawings that lined the walls, windows and glass doors. She looked at the two pretty, thin girls from the corner of her eye, watching as they talked in Spanish and English about their petty life drama. She looked down at her phone to check the time, and took another sip of her drink. She looked up when she heard the door open and smiled. He was here. Finally, she thought. "Hey." She said in greeting, aware that the t