Jean was standing around the corner from the coffee shop, just out of sight. The cold from the brick wall she was leaning against had begun to creep through her brown woolen coat. She had been standing here for at least twenty minutes. The events of yesterday still swirled in her head. She wasn’t sure what to do, so there she stood.
Jean never thought she would be doing something like this. She had never even kissed a girl before. And now here she was, being pulled along by her hand, to this girl's apartment. And she had only known her from random conversations at the coffee shop that they both frequented.
Nian Zhen was having trouble waking up, so she decided a detour to her favorite coffee shop was in order, and if she was lucky, she could nap on the way.
It wasn't the droning hiss of the static on the old Television set that woke Nian Zhen, it was that it stopped, and in it's place was a blue screen that screeched a horrible digital tone. She frantically dug through her blankets for the remote control quickly gouging her fingers at all the buttons until it stopped.