Chapter 13; Sinclair

She was sitting alone at a table in the corner when I found her at the cafeteria. The place was mostly deserted as most of the breakfast crowd had come and gone. The few other occupants were bleary eyed youngsters who had probably spent the previous night going too hard on alcohol and were still dealing with nasty hangovers. I shuddered at the memory of college me who had once been them. 

Her hair was loose around her shoulders and the curls were more pronounced. She was wearing loose white pants and a light blue sleeveless blouse. There was an untouched plate of eggs in front of her and an empty cup of coffee.

I sat in front of her and stared to my satisfaction. She looked precious and fragile, her shoulders hunched. She was looking out at the ocean but I didn't think she was actually seeing it, her eyes blank. I wondered what she was thinking. I would give all my fortune to be privy to her every thought. I'd give my soul even. I wanted to