Lindsey
She walked into the entry of the small sandwich shop, her eye glistening with tears. I watched her as she stood there looking back out the glass door muttering to herself. I assumed that she must have had a fight with her boyfriend. It was nearly 2 am and the bars and clubs were just emptying out. She stood there looking helpless. She was dressed in a short, mid-thigh length denim skirt, pale bare legs. She was wearing black flats that reminded me of ballet shoes. Covered on top by a white...