Chin pointed to the clouds, her face following the soft sunset saddened by the disappearing daylight as if she will loose a sense of hope when the sun goes down. Pineapple and Malibu stains the bottom of her cup that she stole not seconds ago from the bar on the corner. Oh my love, how she doesn’t care to live doesn’t fear consequences. Face still scrunched up with disappointment as if I need to convince her to stay- her thoughts flowing out of her head into the skies above her. She observes them, Dark blue Reds Orange Hints of purple. Eyes sunken, fists full of cloth arms around her knees. She turns to me suddenly, breaking the flow of her daydream. Only 18, hiding behind that baby face. The only color left in her big blue eyes is the white of her pupils in the moon lit cigarette winds. “Do you want to get out of here?”, the words escape her mouth as she looks for reasons to stay checking under the table, rustling through her bag. But she’s tired of knowing not which way to go. So taking off for the night, escaping her worries for one more day, she sighs and gets up, only taking with her the sand on her feet.