She'd wait there every day. Sitting there, against the lamp post, staring at the door to that old place. Intently, like she's waiting for someone, her eyes never straying. Every so often I'd walk by memorizing the way I'd catch a glimpse of her eyes in a way that I'd hope she wouldn't notice. I worked accross the street in a little subway booth. It was sorta like one you'd see at a marketplace, except there were no other shops to join it. She was there when I started work there, and I guess you could say that that was how we met.

Three days into my job was the first time I actually saw her move. Before then she hadn't so much as twitched an eyelash before me. I remember how she stood up, reached into an overturned hat that must have blown in at one point, and pulled out about 75 cents in dimes and nickles. She walked accross the street, slowly, her white gown dragging along the asphalt without staining the bottom. It seemed as though she glided on air, like her feet never moved. She stopped infront of me, smiled and ordered "Whatever I can get for this." in the quietest, most angelic voice I had ever heard. I took the 75 cents, handed her back 20, and gave her the most expensive thing that we served at this booth, plus a soda. She stood to the side so that others could order if they came, which they didn't, and ate only about a third of the footlong. She thanked me for the meal, and fed the rest to some kittens that lived in a box on the curb. One of the cats rubbed against her shin as it passed her, another lay dead on the ground, curled into a little ball like they do when they freeze to death, or die of starvation. The girl lifted the cat up, hugged in in her arms, and a bright green specter rose from it's body, flickered and vanished. She opened her arms and the animal was also gone. One of the kittens drew my attention by yawning and I looked back up to see that she was no longer there. I turned my head to the right and saw her standing where she was when she ate what she did of her sandwhich. She spoke again, louder this time.

"Do you serve anything that doesn't have unnatural substances in it?" she said.

"What?" I asked as she raised the soda and placed it on the counter.

"You know, uh... like do you serve water or something like that?"

"Oh. Yeah we serve that." I turned around and filled a cup with it. I was amazed that I wasn't stuttering or anything. I usually do that when I talk to girls, even my mom.

"Does my remaining 20 cents cover it, or should I worry about drinking tomorrow? I'm sure that people will give me more then."

"Oh don't worry, it's no charge. Water is free here."

She didn't answer. She took the cup from my hand, making sure not to touch my hands with hers, drank a third of the cup, and gave the kittens the rest. After that, she just went back to her spot infront of the unfinished arcade, staring at the door, waiting for someone, something to come out of it.

We went through that daily routine every day after that, every time I'd ask her how she was doing, or about the kittens, or something to start a conversation, she'd allready be on the other side of the street, or just staring.

I was fired from my job at Subway. Something about giving away free food, even though I paid for her out of my own pocket. They said it wasn't right to do that, that buisness came first. I felt like quitting long before that, but I just couldn't.

I got a job at the arcade that she was staring at all that time. I was the guy who replaced tickets, or fixed broken machines. I was bored every day, the machines were incredibly reliable so that I never really had much work to do. I got to see her every day, and she'd be staring at the door the entire time I was working. I'd arrive there early in the mornings, at about 5:00 am. She was asleep when I got there, infront of the place in her spot. When I got off work at 10:00 pm she was asleep again. I got off early one day because my mother was sick and this job allowed the employees time off whenever they wanted it. On my way out the door I saw her infront of the booth where I had previously worked. A woman was at the counter, turning my friend away. The blonde haired girl in the white dress would smile, pet the kittens, and go back to her spot.

She allways appeared to me asleep. I couldn't even remember what her eyes looked like after a while. I stopped looking, stopped caring. I guess she forgot what she was waiting for. Whatever it was never really seemed to come.

She wasn't there one day. I didn't notice in the morning because I had planned to get ask of a promotion, because this job didn't seem too needed, and I might be able to do both. The machines were breaking down that day, for the first time since I started. I had more work that I could ever have dreamed, it seemed overwhelming. I didn't even realize until I got off work, that she wasn't there in the morning either. In her place lay a letter, it had my name written on the envelope. I opened it up and read "I guess he stood me up."