Unseen Observer

She looks sad. She’s sitting in the shade with the tussling her gorgeous red hair. She sits with her long legs curled under her, and with her piercing green eyes focus on something far, far away. She holds a book in her hands, as if she was in the middle of reading when something tore her attention away. Something interrupts her thoughts as she gives a small jump. Ah it’s her phone. She looks down at it and contemplates for a minute before she actually answers. Within the first few seconds of her conversation, her facial expressions quickly turn resigned to angry and irritated. A few minutes later, she angrily puts her book down, gets up, and begins pacing while continuing the conversation. The “argument” quickly goes downhill as she begins yelling vehemently into the phone. Quickly as the argument began she slams her phone shut and sits back down. Her head drops into her hands, and one can tell that she is crying. After a few minutes she looks up and hastily wipes away the tears as she hears someone approaching. She quickly picks up her book and begins “reading” it. After about fifteen minutes of attempted reading, she looks like she’s given up. She stands slowly, and picks her bag up from the floor. She digs though it for a minute before finding what she was looking for: lip gloss. After a quick application she throws it back in and also puts her book in the bag. She takes another minute to find her keys before she finally stalks out of view.