She leaned against the oversized window, staring without seeing. In the last thirty minutes she had managed to chew every nail she had to the qwick. A couple bites seemed to have actually broken the skin and drawn blood. But she didn't even notice. When she bit through the skin, she simply moved on to the next finger. In between bites she was constantly pulling her phone from her pocket; checking the time and firing off rapid texts.
With her dark green hoodie pulled as far over her face as she could get it, and her knees pulled tightly up to her chest, she appeared almost like a small child wishing herself invisible. Every so often she would remove the headphones from her ears and peer over to check that the ticket in her hand still read the same as the numbers on the board. Only then could you see her face, stained from tears, and the pain that filled her eyes.
