She had to figure out where she was staying for the night. besides coffee, it was the one thought that kept her from worrying about looking around or even giving a shit about who was around her. Sleeping outside was do-able, though it wasn't something she'd opt for if given the choice. It would be easy enough to play the damaged runaway and find some bleeding-heart family or single woman to stay with until she could find more suitable accommodations. Laura gave a mental sigh and stepped up to the counter as it was now her turn.
"Large coffee with cream and no sugar." Her voice was higher in pitch, adding the the illusion that she was much younger than she really was. Sometimes it was helpful and others, it just irritated her. She pointed to a pumpkin muffin in the bakery counter and added, "One of those, too." There was no thanks, nothing else spoken. She just moved aside to wait while the next order was taken. With her order handed over, she paid and moved off to find a table. It was as she crossed the room that she realized someone was watching her.
The clear table she found was one only big enough for two people, and Laura sat with her back to the wall. She set her coffee down and her muffin. As she worked on tearing the top off her small dinner, her subtly glanced around the room. When she found the man who watched her, she averted her eyes and went back to giving all her attention to her food.
Over the past few years, she'd worked in a lot of cities that had working girls pegged just by hoe much makeup they wore. Hers was heavy now, though with Westchester being as small as it was, she doubted this guy was watching her because he was thinking he could take her home for the night. Then again, maybe he was watching her for that very same reason but had no intention of paying. It might be interesting to find out if only for pure entertainment reasons. So which side should she play up? The lost little girl or the dirty little secret?
Making a decision, she pulled the collar of her jacket closer and gave a small convincing shudder. She popped a bit of the muffin into her mouth, ignoring the room once again. As she chewed, she wrapped her hands appreciatively around her coffee to soak up the heat, momentarily closing her eyes.