[#13]

She was outside the hairdresser's, while smoking a cigarette. First she faced the parking lot, not really sitting on the bench, but just kind of laying on it. She changed her mind and finally sat on it, still smoking the menthol cigarette, and stared at the building right in front of her, with squared windows, and just a couple of them coloured with primary colors, reminding her of a Piet Mondrian's painting. She looked down, at the bench in front, only a meter and half from her. And she thought that it would be incredible if he could just be there, with her, waiting. And she smoked, and thought of him, not knowing if he was thinking of her, and wondering of how life would be in a different country. She waited, and waited, knowing that it was impossible that someone would appear and sit in front of her. It wouldn't be him, and it would be no-one. A man paced up and down, smoking too, near her, and she just thought of how she could give up smoking if that would help. And she knew it probably wouldn't, and how she proabably wouldn't be able to do it. And she kept on thinking in a guy who might have not be thinking of her, and she thought that she could change it, there's a lot of things that she could do. But she couldn't do them, because she didn't dare. And she wished she had something to listen to. And she finished the cigarette, stood up, and walked towards a music store she had seen earlier. It was closed, as everything she loves. She walked back to the bench, but did not sat.