Sarah

Sarah shoved her hands into her pocket and walked towards Leicester Square. Some snowflakes curled up with her black long hair. At least they gave me the last salary, she thought, while kept walking with steady steps. Her left little toe was bleeding inside her crumbled shoes. The jeans and her winter coat were completely white by now. Her nose had turned red. She walked a bit quicker, almost running, and entered the coffee shop, closing the door behind her. A gush of wind and snow flakes, remained outside the door. She perched herself on a bar stool and ordered a big cup of coffee.

“What’s that face?” the bar woman - who was her roommate - asked.

“Uh, huh, nothing...” She paused a bit, and drew a cigarette from her bag. She put it in her mouth and struck a match. It didn’t light. “Shit,” she tried again. The bar woman placed the coffee on the counter, and Sarah held it firmly, with both hands; to get warmer. “They fired me again,” she mumbled, without looking her friend in the eye. Her voice was soft, and she chewed her upper lip.