Cafe in the Cul de Sac

George was sitting in a Italian style cafe with its entry elevation covered in vines and its red bricks slowly turning brown, on the Calendine street. The wind was scraping the leaves along the ground making a scene that could only be seen in movies. The sun was in its early stance, shining its bright yellow rays through George's hair warming his still sleepy face.

Today was another boring day, after so many applications for a job in the local theatre he still was unable to get in. Since his early childhood acting was his biggest passion, he was devastated that all his friends already have got either internships or full-time job, he alone lived by scavenging part time jobs and asking his parents periodically for support.

"If this continues..." - started George but got cut off by a passing car that started revving its engine. His gaze moved from the car up to a building above it, a woman clad in a white dress was waving her slender hand over to the driver, who just like her looked no older than 20.

(This will be finished off over the rest of today)