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'The Bill Ma'am'

 Paul, a security guard was standing near the door of a restaurant when a young lady breezed past him and entered inside with the lemon scent of her perfume trailing her. She ordered something small and simple and chose to seat near the door. Her dark-green jacket was buttoned to the chin and she only unbuttoned the first three buttons before she began eating. But she didn't really eat much as she kept fiddling with the vegetables on her plate with her fork. Every sixty seconds she picked up her phone and dropped it after another ten seconds.

She fiddled more and more with the food, before taking a sip from the glass of water on her table. The sleeves of the jacket folded up to her elbows and Paul could see several scars on her hands. She seemed to have noticed and pulled the sleeves down to her wrists and adjusted her the black wig on her head. Her jacket and the long gown she wore underneath matched the wig's colour. However Paul knew there were more scars beneath the clothes and with the ring on her left hand, he definitely knew how she got them. 

Paul observed the woman closely, and noticed that there were scars on her face also. But these scars in all their nastiness, did not in any way occlude the radiant beauty of her face. Her eyes seemed sad and her little mouth was munching its content disinterestedly.

She took another long sip from the glass of water and her trembling hands nearly dropped the cup on the floor as she tried to keep it on the table. She picked up her phone for the hundredth time. However, instead of returning the phone to the table, she stood up abruptly and fled. Without paying her bill.


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