It's cold outside, at least 15F but what could I do? The answer is nothing.
Unfortunately, it's the middle of the winter and I have to say, New York's winters can be very cold and for someone who's living on the streets I can tell you that it's true.
Today I turned 24 years old. It has been exactly 6 years since my parents died and 2 years since I started living on the streets. Most days I eat at least a fruit for lunch and a vegetable for the evening, I'm 'living' in an alley near a huge magazine building.
'Run' something, I can't really remember and honestly? I don't care.
I stood up and started to walk towards some restaurant who always throws away good food, Rich people's problems I guess, right? Anyways, as I was walking I had on my self a big blanket that covered most of my body.
It was a white blanket with my full name on it, my parents gave it to me on my 15th birthday. Yes, we weren't rich but most of the time we had enough and I was very thankful for this gift.
Back to reality, I was walking slowly because I hadn't had a proper meal in about three days and I can tell you what, its horrible. While I was in my 'dreamland' I walked right into something. Something very strong, I stumbled back and landed on my butt.
My first intuition was that I walked into a wall but then I remembered that its the middle of the street, what wall could be in the middle of the street? I looked up and then I saw the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
No, I am not a cliché but this woman is perfect. Yes, PERFECT!
' Are you going to stare at me for a long time? Or are you going to at least apologize and buy me a new coffee? ' The lady said.
To say I was shocked would be an understanding. Wait! She wanted me to buy her coffee? I don't have enough money for that!
I barely have enough money for myself, oh well, here goes my meal yet again.
My stomach was growling and my cheeks were in a slight red color.
' c-coff-ee? ' I stuttered.
It's been a long time since I talked to someone.
' Yes, C-O-F-F-E-E! ' she spelled the word. ' And you better hurry! I won't waste all of my time to spend it with you! ' she spoke with an even but a harsh voice.
' Agh ' I signed, you're not the only one who doesn't want to spend your time with me.
' Hello? ' she said.
'a-a-h, yes of course! Will you lead the way? ' I asked.
She put on her glasses and made her way to the cafe I was going to go anyway. She's wearing very expensive clothes, maybe even designed clothes. We walked into the cafe and everyone was staring at us.
Are they looking at me or at the woman whose name I didn't even know?! Oh, whatever! I don't care what people think about me, never had and probably never will. The most important people for me are my close ones and since I don't have anyone it's going to stay that way.
' One hot latte for me ' the woman said to the barista.
' Coming right up Miranda! ' the barista said in a sweet tone.
So, her name is Miranda? What a beautiful name, I smiled.
' It would be 5$ ' the barista said while handling the coffee to Miranda. She took the coffee and stared at me.
' Oh! Of course! ' I smiled while my cheeks turned red. Wait! How much did she say the coffee was?
' How much? ' I asked again.
' 5$ ' she said in an annoyed voice.
I reached with my hand to the pocket of my pants and found a 5$ bill, yes! Thank god! I handed her the money and looked at Miranda.
' A-ah, here! ' I said.
' You don't like coffee? ' Miranda asked me.
' Of course, I love coffee ' I said.
' Then why don't you buy you some too and talk to me? ' Miranda said in an even tone.
How will I tell her I don't have enough money for another coffee and spent my meal with her? She will probably think I'm disgusting and will run from the cafe at the moment this words will leave my mouth.
' Will it be okay if we will just talk? I don't want a coffee right now but I Would love to talk with you if you have the time, of course, I'm not saying that you should, you can go and it will be fine but you did invite me- ' I started to rumble and thank god Miranda cut me off!
' Let's sit then ' she turned around and walked to the nearby table. I followed her and we sat down.
' Ah, so tell me something about yourself? ' I asked in a shy voice as I blushed.
Miranda looked at me with shock, why? I don't know. Maybe she finally found out what a failure of a girl I am? maybe she understood that I'm homeless? I guess she could have found out about it from the way my clothes looked...
' My name is Miranda Priestly and I - ' before she could finish that sentence some redhead came to our table and said: ' Miranda! I'm really sorry but it's an emergency! ' Miranda stood up, looked at me and said: ' what a strange girl you are ' and left.
I was so stunned and I didn't even realize she was out of the cafe when the brunette girl was talking to me: ' What did she do with a girl like you? I bet she was just pitting you ' she let out a snort and left.
What a rude girl! She's probably around my age but looks like a model, I wonder how she knows Miranda...