Prose #2

I was sat in a cafe, drinking full fat milk, low calorie sweetener, coffee. A mother and daughter entered. The mother was dressed all in black with a shine diamond ring on her ring finger. She carried a large yellow Selfridges bag. The daughter was between eight and ten. They both ordered late, independently of each other, the mother paid for both of them. The mother sat across from me. The daughter departed with the bag. She returned in new, casual clothes and sat opposite her mother. The offspring began to complain about the size of her milk coffee, the mother was stubborn, with reason. There was plenty for her to slurp on. I completed eye contact with the mother. This occurred several times intermittently. I looked again, this time from behind my coffee mug. The mother reacted, she hastily departed, calling her daughter after her.