Short piece based upon the idea 'a woman checks her phone'. It's a fairly shallow piece to be honest, but ah well! :P
You sit to one side in the busy room, checking your phone away from prying eyes. It emits a faint light in the otherwise dim surroundings. Your face is perfectly concentrated, brow furrowed, lip slightly held by one of your teeth. This is complete absorption- you're lost to the world, thoughts deep in the task at hand. As if to prove my point, a lock of hair slips from behind your ear, and is left unchecked to arch across your face before resting gently on your cheek.
Unknown to you, a few people in the room have noticed you, and are sneaking furtive glances- for some reason, it's a mesmerising picture: pretty girl, sat by herself, checking her phone. Suddenly, however, you slide your phone away, and stand up. There's a pause in the conversations going on throughout the room- just a tiny one, but a pause nonetheless. Of course, you don't notice it, in your preparations to leave. You push your hair back, then think better of it, and slide the hairband out altogether. As you shake your head slightly, your hair fans out over your shoulders, like the much cliched cascading waterfall. Finally, you reach for your coat, exposing a tiny amount of unblemished skin.
As you turn to leave, heads turn with you- as subtly as possible- to catch the final moments before you're gone, forever out of sight. You walk confidently, despite your heels, your lips hinting at a smile. Just as you reach the door, you catch my eye. I blush, suddenly embarrassed, but smile widely all the same. To my surprise, you blush too: a pretty glow that highlights your cheekbones. You smile back as well, friendly and warm, before opening the door. As it shuts, it seems that the room shares a small, collective sigh. That is it.