Urgh, what day was it? Saturday, wasn't it? Aimee sleepily reached for the bedside table, picking up her cellphone and peering at the screen through half-closed eyelids. Yes, heaven be praised, it was saturday. Saturday, one o'clock in the afternoon. Double urgh. She dropped her arm over the side of the bed, losing her grip on the phone and moaning irritably as it landed with a loud, obnoxious thud on the wooden floor. Alright, so the previous night had been... take a guess... yes, friday night! Right? So it was supposed to be the usual "rock-up-at-a-friend's-house", thus the two of them could at least be bored together. "Misery needs company", that sort of thing. But when she arrived at his place, said friend was conveniently throwing a house party while his parents were out for the night, and she was welcomed in with open arms. Somewhere during the course of the night the booze came out, and that's about all Aimee could remember. It must have been some party, because at the moment she felt pretty darn awful.

Aimee kicked off the covers and clumsily spilled out of bed, tripping herself in the process. She cursed under her breath as she picked herself up off the floor, flinging open her closet door and digging out most of what was inside. For a while she rummaged through the mound of clothes on the floor, eventually pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans, a black and white patterned hoodie and a pair of vans. She hurriedly got changed, fluffed out her hair and pulled it back into a bun, grabbing her red messenger bag and making a fateful sprint for the front door. Aimee was out of the house before her mom could discover the state her room was in and call her back.

She ran her fingers through her fringe, brushing it to the side, as she made her way down the lane towards the highway. She couldn't drive yet, and putting her on a bicycle was, apart from a bad idea, a hazardous one too. So, she walked. Of course lying stretched out on the backseat of the car was her favourite and ideal mode of transportation. d**n, why hadn't she thought of that? Aimee had left the house in such a flurry that, somehow, it had completely slipped her mind to simply ask her mother or older brother to drop her off in the center of town. She hadn't even given herself a quick look in the mirror to see whether she did in fact not look too awful to present herself in public. Aimee felt pretty groggy, why should she look any different? Oh, geez. Fine time to think about that now, she thought to herself dismally. At least the weather was pleasant. The sun was shining brightly through a few thin white clouds, but a cool breeze brushing through the town prevented the temperature from getting unpleasantly hot. Her first intention was to stop by the nearest cafe and order a mother of a milkshake. Then she would hope to bump into someone she knew to relieve her of her boredom, and they would go and rent a movie and watch it at someone's house. That's how Aimee's saturdays went. Actually, this was usually how sundays went, but apparently somewhere along the line between this afternoon and last night the routine went slightly askew.

Aimee was suddenly yanked out of her daydream when she, elegantly blind, walked into a tall something, losing her balance and falling over with a small yelp. She looked up, squinting through one eye, and saw it was a man. Oh... She could feel herself blushing, her vision clouding over with embarassment. Aimee helped herself to her feet, dusting off her jeans and slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder. I...'m really sorry about that, I should seriously look where I'm going. She said, smiling sheepishly. Wow, what a way to start the day; wake up half-way through it and knock down everyone that stands in thine way.

What made the incident a bit less humiliating was that she'd never seen the man in her life and probably wouldn't see him again in future either. Or had she? At least, she didn't remember meeting him before. Whichever it was, Aimee didn't stick around to find out, and after apologising, had hurried on across the road and into starbucks before an exchange of words could take place. She ditched the idea of a milkshake and ordered a hot mug of coffee instead; the wind had picked up and it was now starting to get rather chilly outside. After the woman behind the counter had scribbled down her order, Aimee went off and sat down at one of the tables. The table was relatively small, just having adequate space to seat two people, and situated in the far corner of starbucks right by one of the large glass windows. Aimee always took window seats, she loved watching the cars and people pass by and then try and imagine where they came from and where they were going to.

Really, she was pretty damn bored. Bored out of her mind. Bored beyond what one could possibly comprehend. She looked up as the waitress bought her her coffee and thanked her before she left. Aimee watched the coffee lying quite still inside the mug, as if it were about to do a trick or something else out of the ordinary. It didn't. Hm. She took a sip instead, reaching into her bag and pulling out a book- she'd recently begun reading "Still Life With Woodpecker" by Tom Robbins and absolutely adored it. From the corner of her eye she caught sight of the man she'd bumped in to. Why was he still there? Perhaps he was just waiting for someone? Aimee looked at him more closely, tilting her head to the side. He was starting to look more familiar now that she was getting a better look. Yes, she definately saw this man before somewhere, she recognised his face, but couldn't quite place a finger on when or where. But then, if they had met, then why hadn't he spoken to her, even if it was just a quick 'hello', instead of ignoring or pretending not to know her? Aimee leaned forward and gave him a little grin and wave to see if he would respond. She frowned. Maybe she was just mistaken. Aimee shrugged it off, turning back to her book before taking another sip of coffee. She opened the book at the bookmark and started reading, putting her feet up on the empty chair opposite her.