Cloe comes

Cloe~
I walk in, hardly being noticed by anyone, guy or girl, and sit down in a secreted booth in the back. My dark mascara was smeared on my face and I tried desperatly to wipe it away, but it only came off a little at a time. I threw my mirror back into my purse and put my face in my hands, my chest heaving in silent tears. I bite my lip and shake my head, then lay back in the booth, my ice blue eyes now a pink color from all of my crying and my fingers were a darker shade from wiping the dark tears of mascara from my cheeks. I watch as a waitress walks up to me to ask for my order. I order a beer, cheese burger, and fries. I then shake my head "Why me?" I asked quietly, my voice cracking and bending around tears.