She stumbled out of the restaurant, tears filling her beautiful almond eyes. Her brown curls were beginning to fall out of the elegant bun that she had spent so long perfecting.
It was starting to rain heavily now. Her dress was unsuitable for this time of year; she had known that but had worn it anyway. It was dark red long and had a deep neck-line. Her shoes were ruined now, covered in mud and who knows what else, as she ran down the alley. They were ridiculously high and she was quite tall anyway, but once she had seen them she had to buy them.
When she reached the busy main road, she stuck out her hand to hail a taxi. If the driver was surprised by her appearance he didn't show it. Her face was smeared with tears and make up, her eyes black and smudged.
She told the driver her address, leaned back, closed her eyes and prepared herself for the long journey home.
