Greasy Spoon#1

The rain beats down on the window each drop creating it's own little wet spearhead. The inside has steamed up with the heat, so the people walking by are blurred, anonymous.
The smell of hot fat and coffe can be tasted in the air as I sit waiting for my order. There is a man sat in the corner of the cafe. He's reading a newspaper and has a cigarette dangling from his lip. He looks familiar. I know I've never seen him before but he looks familiar. He's balding and has deep set eyesthat are shadowed by his brow. He puts the tabloid down to take a sip of his drink. It's hot. recoils from the cup sucking his lip and puts it aside once more. Still the air thick with the haevy perfume of grease and cigarrette smoke. A girl is sitting on the table next to mine. She can't be older thaan about 16. She's got a pushchair with her and a baby is asleep inside. Her face is drawn and she looks older than her years, eyes ringed and lifeless, she draws on on a cigarrette and blows back the smoke with a resigned sigh.
I can see the cook at the hob behind the counter a fried egg floating in hot oil and spitting. He's a huge fat man with sweat rolling down his forehead and collecting on his stubbly lip from the heat of the kitchen. He sneezes.Wiping his nose on his arm leaving a little sticky trail steaked across it. I'm still waiting for my food.