Friday Morning

She was sitting with her boyfriend, it must have been close to 9 am.  People were moving quickly to their destinations to end their week.

And while the masses took to the escalators, elevators, ordered their morning coffee and checked their watches one last time before clocking in, the couple sat there as if staged and timeless.  He with breakfast and she with his company.

Her hands were folded neatly in her lap.  Her hair was smoothed into a perfectly wrapped bun at the base of her long neck. Faultless makeup dressed her face while she kept him company.

He was pushing his eggs around nervously as if looking for a tiny piece of shell.

“I need space and time to myself.” He said while looking deeply into his meal.  His head seemed fused in the position of his plate, keeping his stare down avoiding eye contact.

Her posture and expression never changed. Placidly composed she moved away from the table and removed her chair from under her, smoothing her dress as if to remove wrinkles she knew never existed.

It ended right there, over eggs Friday morning.