The Coffee Shop

Sitting staring out the window
With people going by in such a rush, while my own thought's wonder back home.
I start to think of my actions before I left.
How much a fool can I be?
As I sit here staring out the window, and every once and while writing a few words down. I am confronted but this blue eyed, blond, with the soft china doll like skin.
She asked if it was all right that she sat at the table. Me being the unprepared person fumbled out "unnn yeah sure" she smiled and thanked me for my generous hospitality.
As the moment passed I realized that there were a few open tables by the window, but I tried to not to read too much into it.
She pulled out from this large backpack some pens and pencils along with this sort of art sketch pad.
I look at her and she clumsy smiles at me.
After five or ten minutes of her getting settled in she thanked me again. I told her it was no problem and smiled back at her. She introduced herself as Paula. and I told her who I am. She smiled almost pleased that I was so friendly. She asked if I came here very often and for the past week or so its been where I've been hanging out, getting some of my writing done. I told her I was in town only for another two and a half weeks and that I was in town for training.
She nodded her head listening with interest.
I felt like I was being rude so I started to ask her some questions? You know the type. Standard first meeting a stranger questions.