A woman sits alone in Starbucks with her latee and a copy of the paper. She reads some columns, then she reaches the style section. Once she has completed this section she puts the paper down. She was so engrossed in her reading, that she tuned out all the conversations within earshot of her.

A lonely feeling washed over her. Almost instantly. Here she was sitting in a coffee shop wihout anyone to talk to. One of those required things, for this type of place. She thought to herself.

She thought about this further. She reminds herself, that she has always felt alone. No matter where she went.

She thinks back to how it started, her failed marriage where she was constantly left to her own devices. Yup alone there.

It was difficult for her to shake the feeling of being isolated and ignored. In her mind she wasn’t hideously ugly, she did feel other woman were far better looking than she.
In her mind, she was proud to be the strong silent type, the one that quietly lived life among others.