"What's a woman like you doin' in a place like this?"
     It was the oldest line in the book, but I meant it earnestly;
especialy the word woman.  She was young, not more than twenty,
probably around eighteen though, yet she carried herself as if she
were older and more sophisticated.  She had been through a lot, I
could tell that from her face.  It wasn't something that could just
be seen at a glance though.  I had been watching her for about
twenty minutes now, it was the first time she had come over to my
booth since that initial cup of coffee.  I figured it had been a
really busy night, and she seemed to have a lot of tables to wait. 
I was content just to watch her.  She was beautiful, that's why I
asked what I did.  She hadn't been expecting that, she just looked
at me.  She had a very reflective look on her face, almost like she
was about to answer.  Maybe it was the sincerity in my voice,...it
was an honest question; then she snapped back to reality.
     "Can I take your order please?," she asked as a tear slid down
her smooth cheek.
     "yeh, everybody has a story," I thought.