Henrietta clicked her nails against the tabletop of the booth and blew a couple of smoke rings in the air, much to the waitress' dismay. The woman didn't like it one bit, but she went forward to fill the child's empty mug. Her mind raced, wondering why this little princess of darkness was alone on a quiet Sunday evening without any of her friends around. Perhaps they finally ditched that crappy personality of hers once and for all. Honestly? There was only a couple days left until Christmas... what a miserable sight.
The waitress was almost finished pouring when she saw a nicely wrapped orange box that sat at the Goth girl's right. It was long, flat and rectangular and tied with yellow ribbons. She took another glance at Henrietta who was distracted at the moment, and once more at the probably-Christmas-present.
"For a girl who dresses in all black, you sure like your gifts to be bright and cheery, don't'cha?"
Henrietta put down her favorite pen and shut her poetry book. Her eyes glare