Beautiful Inside
Who cried in the middle of Starbucks? Devin couldn’t help noticing the woman across the room from him. At a corner table, one of only two in the shop that weren’t visible from the windows, she held her head in her hands, sobbing and occasionally wiping her eyes or nose on a napkin. The other patrons sipped their chai or mochas and tried to ignore her, but she was hard to ignore. Sometime in her life, someone had probably told the woman she was ‘pleasantly plump’. Her legs overlapped the...