Ennui

Two suburban girls, both bleached-blonde and with all the trappings of college-age chic, sit in the front window of a downtown coffeehouse, clearly not enjoying their urban experience. They stare blankly out into the street, their faces laconically cast in a look of bored disinterest. Watching people bustle past, people with direction and purpose, even if the direction is back to the suburbs the girls had fled in boredom, and the purpose regaining the domesticity which the girls had escaped.

The girls had thought, or just hoped, that so much awaited them in the city. But downtown's novelty soon wore thin, vanishing like the morning fog under the sun's sharp rays. Leaving them resigned to sipping overpriced coffee, as bored as they had been in their subdivision, but with more people to look at. But never connecting.