Beyond the Window

It was so dark outside that the massive windows merely reflected his own face back at him.  He wasn't really looking at anything other than himself, in any case. He took in the pale complexion and the slight movement of the skin under his right eye.  It had been twitching on and off for the last few hours.  He pinched his cheeks and rubbed them to give himself an artificial healthy glow.  He looked at his hair for the hundredth time and moved a strand a minuscule amount higher on his forehead.  Better.  Only his fringe was showing under his beanie hat and the peak of dark hair was slicked with grooming product.   He flicked open his mobile again but the unwelcome sight of an empty screen made the knot in his stomach more apparent.

He lent forward and cupped a hand around his eye and pressed his hand onto the cold glass.  Nothing but the orange glow bouncing off the slicks of water pooled on the Tarmac of the car park.  He looked back at the Formica table and the coated cardboard cup, beads of water still clustered on the straw which was poking up.  He daren't eat before she arrived, that would spoil the date.  The faint tap on the window startled him slightly and he twisted round to see splats of rain starting once again to smear the windows. His fists had made a ball.  Now she wouldn't want him to walk her home, she'd definitely just phone for her dad to pick her up, no chance of a hasty kiss.

Then the buzz.  He fumbled with the phone case.  Finally, she'd be on her way.  The knot in his stomach blossomed and burned and his throat went dry.  He fought back tears of anger and humiliation as he snapped back the phone case and stared out through his own warped reflection into the wet bleakness of the night beyond the windows.


Time up.
Inspiration: I wanted to have a go at pathetic fallacy.   Connecting the emotions of the character to their surroundings.