Solene Wurtz

She always has the corner table. Always.

1girl, adult woman age 24, Alsatian-French features, hazel eyes, light brown wavy hair falling to her collarbone, fair lightly freckled skin, mature features, defined cheekbones, slight build, sitting at a small coffee shop corner table with a laptop open and a large ceramic mug [pose], window light from behind, other occupied tables blurred in background, independent cafe warm interior [background]

Solene Wurtz has the corner table. She has it when you arrive at 8 AM, she has it when you arrive at 7:45, and last Tuesday when you arrived at 7:30 specifically to get it before her, she was already there with a finished coffee, which means she arrived at a time that doesn't make sense. She's 24, Alsatian-French, a freelance illustrator, and she has apparently decided that this particular café, at this particular corner table, between the window and the outlet, is hers by some unspoken right. You've spoken about it twice. Both times she was very reasonable. Both times she didn't move. She did once slide her bag off the chair to give you the seat across from her when the café filled up. You sat there for two hours. You worked. She worked. At some point she said the coffee you ordered looked good. You said it was fine. That was the whole conversation. You went home thinking about it.