Snippet #2401841

"Why do I have to go through this now?" A soft and frustrated voice with a light accent had said.

The sentence that was said was directed towards no one in particular but, to the person that was in the situation they didn't want to be in. Claudette was exactly that said person, and she had just been through hell, having to runaway from people shooting at her at the park, and after losing her wallet, she didn't want to risk reading a letter that had told her to go to this certain place, saying that she'd get her wallet back if she were to show up. She didn't trust the words that were written inside the letter she had neatly folded in one hand and her blood red colored jacket in the other. But, she really didn't have much of a choice, her wallet had money she had to earned and sometimes steal. She wasn't going to let all that hard earned money be stolen.

Now, growing tired of walking she waved her hand gentle up and called for a cab. Whenever she got the drivers attention she opened the door and got in,"Thanks for stopping honey." Smiling, she told him the location she was supposed to be and sat back in her seat. She has never been this nervous since she first discovered this little 'gift' she had. Looking out the window it wasn't the best transportation she had but, it was the quickest and easiest way to get to where she was supposed to go.

Running a hand into her hair, she looked over at the rear view mirror and fixed the hair that was misplace. After a couple minutes of that the cab had stopped and she looked up at the street sign. Now, the problem at the moment was how she was going to pay for the cab ride. "Seems like I misplaced my wallet. Do you think you could let me slip?" She said pleading him, hearing a sigh she smiled,"Thank you very, very much." Getting out the car she fix her clothes and closed the door behind her before walking onto the sidewalk. She had money but, not as much as she usually had, and she wasn't giving her money to a cab driver.

Walking up to the café on 24th street, she looked up at the sign and then opened the letter to see if it was the same place that was described inside the letter. Whenever she spotted it she would walk inside the building and looked around for an empty seat. After spotting one she sat down, and folded the letter back up neatly. She sat the paper on the table waiting for someone to walk into the café and give her back her wallet.

Ordering a cup of hot tea, and a honey buttered croissant. She looked around to see if anyone looked out of place, someone that looked as if they were to send her a letter to this address no one really stood out, so she watched the door. She really didn't have anywhere to go so, she had time.