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Mar 02, 2015 04:19PM
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The lights were on and the smell of coffee filled the air. A first class lady sat in one of the white chairs, staring out the window, watching the ocean. Her red hair was back in a tight bun and her peach dress made it hard to breath. She ordered nothing to eat and had no interest in coffee. Veronica had eaten her breakfast earlier that morning and she did not want to stuff herself. Faint music played in the background, but all the Veronica could hear was the constant humming of the man sitting at a table near the door and the waves crashing up against the unsinkable Titanic.
Hannah glanced over at the waiter, then the door, wondering when her mother would enter. They were supposed to be meeting for tea, but Hannah had been waiting for ten minutes now, and was beginning to wonder if she'd entered the wrong cafe. It didn't really matter, as Anne had probably met someone else she wanted to talk to. Hannah was content with staring out the window whilst her tea went cold, as she didn't particularly like it, anyway. She'd be fine, nothing bad could happen to her here.
((ew I didn't write that very well sorry, a bit of a writers block or something :/))
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As Veronica drifted off into her own thoughts she played with a strand of her red hair and the sound of someone entering the cafe brought her back to reality. It was just the waiter asking that man if he would like a beverage. She noticed a girl had slipped in while she had ventured into a fairytale of what would happen when she got to New York. The girl was alone, like herself, but she seemed to be waiting for someone, so she decided not to introduce herself. Veronica was not sitting in the cafe to see someone, she was in it to get away from someone, her sister, Daniella.
Before she had come into the cafe, her older sister had been annoying her about getting married, and how she didn't have a husband or a boyfriend.
"I don't see you with a ring on your finger, Daniella. If I were you I wouldn't be talking," Veronica had said, which got Daniella very upset.
So she needed time away from her sister, and her mother. Sometimes, she hated being on the Titanic, for if someone looked hard and long enough, they could find whoever they wanted.
Hannah skimmed her eyes over the tables, not really looking for her mother, just seeing what was happening. The cafe was nearly empty, and apart from a man receiving a drink, nobody seemed to be doing much. Raising a hand to touch her hair, Hannah looked at the other girl in the room. Hannah considered greeting her, but if Anne came in, the poor girl would be barraged by a long conversation about the merits of the vote, or something, and that was dreadfully boring for nearly anyone.
Her tea was getting colder by the minute, and Hannah really didn't want to drink it now. When the waiter came around again, she would order another one, she decided. And if her mother hadn't come by then, she would leave. She had better things to do than hang around in a cafe.
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The man sitting near the door stood up abruptly as if he was angry and stalked out of the room. He seemed as if he had received horrible news. It was only the two lonely girls in the cafe then, with the exception of the waiter. At one point the waiter asked if she would like a cup of coffee, but she requested tea instead. After she drank it all, she too stood up rather suddenly from her table, but very quietly, so no one would notice.
She tip-toed over to the table where the girl sat, but her shoes made it nearly impossible for her to be unnoticed.
"I am Veronica Cassidy. You look rather lonely, would you care to join me at my table?" She asked, using a very friendly tone.
As she asked, a few middle-aged women and men came in and sat down at a table that seated four people, just enough to fit them all. It got rather noisy from them on, but that didn't stop Veronica from starting a conversation with the girl.
Hannah looked up slowly at the girl standing above her. She'd heard her shoes, loud, clunky things, but the girl herself was pretty enough, Hannah supposed. Maybe she'd be worth talking to, just until Anne came in, although, then again, Anne could have forgotten completely. She was annoyingly stupid like that."I'm Hannah Black," she said, standing up and glancing at her cup of tea. Taking it with her would make her look silly, and besides, the tea was undrinkable now anyway.
"Where are you sitting?" She asked, as though she hadn't been glancing boredly around the room for the past half hour.
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"Just right over there," Veronica said as she pointed to her table, which was fortunately not near the small group of men and women. "It is nice to meet you, Hannah Black. Would you like any tea?"
Veronica noticed that Hannah hadn't brought over her cup of tea, and thought she had forgotten to bring it with her, although that was not the case. The middle-aged adults laughed loudly, which made it difficult to start a conversation or a friendship.
Hannah paused, waiting for the laughter to stop. "Would I be able to get any coffee?" She asked bluntly, examining her nails as she spoke. Anne was constantly telling her not to do this, but old habits die hard, and Hannah didn't really know it was rude, anyway.
Hannah sat down and wondered what the girl wanted to talk about. The awful fashion sense of one of the loud woman would certainly be interesting, as would her friends awful hat. And the waiter's uniform really didn't suit him, which was such a pity, because if he tried he could look at least presentable.
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Veronica called over the waiter, in her graceful tone, and demanded a coffee for Hannah Black. She watched as the girl sitting at the table with her looked at her nails. She needed to start a conversation, for the girl looked very bored already.
"Well, it is awfully loud in here. I don't believe that that group over there realized how elevated their voices are," she commented as a cup of coffee was set down on the table.
"Or how awful their outfits are," Hannah said, glancing up, but not looking at Veronica, more the window behind her. "I understand that whilst on a boat you can't really keep up-to-date with what people are wearing in America and London, but at the same time, you can still wear what was in style when we left."
Hannah was, admittedly, wearing the latest fashion, and always had been. She just judged people on what they wore before what they did, and Hannah thought herself the pinnacle of society.
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"Oh yes, they are wearing dreadful attire indeed. The dark red clashes with the bright green. It is not the holidays yet!" Veronica added.
She herself was wearing very high-end clothing, made by her personal maid. Everything she wore seemed to look nice on her, for she had a nice body. Usually she wore pale colored gowns, to make her hair color shine.
"Their coffee is rather good her, as is their tea. I'd rather be in the library, but I know that is just where my sister would be, trying to act intelligent," Veronica spat out. "Excuse my rude remarks, I'm just angry with Daniella."
Hannah smiled. At least there was someone on this stuffy ship that agreed with her views on fashion. "I don't think a dress like that could look good on even the most festive of occasions," she said, glancing down at her skirt. It was a few months old, and Hannah intended to throw it out when she reached New York.
"Who's Daniella?" she asked, almost as an after-thought. If Veroncia had nothing better to do than complain about someone else, Hannah wasn't going to complain.
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"My sister. She is a dear sometimes, but of course she tends to get into bad moods, as everyone does. But, I suppose that is an issue that I must deal with myself," Veronica replied.
Veronica was sensing that the girl was judging her, which she didn't like, but she didn't let that show. She'd rather be looked down upon than be viewed as weak.
"It is hard to get away from people on this boat. Everyone can somehow find you, no matter how hard you hide. That seems always be the case, even if you are floating in the middle of the ocean," she added, glancing at the very loud people.
They were calming down a bit, but just as they did, one of the men at the table told a story, and they began to get louder and louder. The man had a black mustache and he seemed french. The lady that wore the hideous dress seemed to be his wife, because the other man asked about their son.
"I must say, it was much nicer before they came in," Veronica added. "But they have the right to be here, although I wish they didn't."
((I'M LIKE 90% SURE I POSTED BUT MAYBE SOMETHING WENT WRONG I'M VERY SORRY))
"A sister?" Hannah asked. She wanted a sister, but Anne probably wasn't going to any more children.
"I have a few brothers, but I can't really talk to them about fashion. They're rather boring, actually, and one of them is probably permanently bedridden. He was hit by a cart. I doubt I'll be running into him here, even if he could run at all."
Hannah smiled. Her 'joke' was really rather bad-taste, but that thought didn't even cross her mind.
"And as for those people over there - well, they seem French, but they're fashion taste certainly isn't what mine would be if I came from such a pretty country. And they are far too loud. Someone should tell them that."
((Hannah went really snooty wow))
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"I don't think I can take it anymore, Miss Black. Please excuse me, I will be right back," Veronica stated in a high pitched voice.
She stood up and walked over to the table with the four people.
"Hello," Veronica said kindly. "I believe that in the library they are serving wonderful tea currently, and I was just about to head over. You see, my friend over there just told me about it, and it would be horrible for anyone to miss out on such an event due to lack of knowledge. I believe they are serving small treats as well."
The people that seemed french to Hannah, hurried out. They seemed to be the type of people that wouldn't want to miss a chance to get a good treat. She then sat back down, next to Hannah.
"Isn't that better?" Veronica commented, not wanting an answer. "I wish I didn't have to lie, but I simply could not stand it anymore."
((sorry this took so late and is so short - I forgot and now I have an essay due tomorrow))
Hannah looked at Veronica with something akin to surprise. She hadn't seemed like the sort of person to lie to anyone, but, then again, of those annoying people had gone, who was she to complain?
"It is better, yes," Hannah said. "Their conversation wasn't even a very interesting thing to listen to. Do you think they'll be disappointed when they find out there isn't any food in the library?"
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(( No problem! ))
"Most likely, they seemed like the sort of people that wouldn't skip a meal for anything. I'll simply claim it ended earlier than I thought, or that I misunderstood what my mother had told me," Veronica replied in a light carless voice.
She watched as the group of people gracelessly walked down the long corridor, to the library. Although most people would feel guilty, Veronica was pleased with herself.
