On being a couple

Situation: There is a couple at the coffee shop. She is 37, he seems older. They are not talking at all. He is onto his cellphone.

Story:

I wonder is she still remembers the first time that he kiss her. Now, there is only distance between them.

It feels like today she didn't take any time to choose whatever she was going to wear. Her clothes feel like a disguise. The disguise of a girl trapped in her body. Why is she constantly looking at the ground? Maybe she feels guilty. Perhaps is just the distance that came with the years. The noisy sensation of being with a stranger.

She is lonely. He is not with her. She is what remains of whatever they were. She is the recurrent guilty of the day that she allows him to stay.