Lost, Walking On A Window

The only problem with staring through a window, the window can't talk back. Sometimes a reflection would cross, maybe pause a moment longer than the spectacle's platform and have enough time for a wave, but that was all. Turning around only presented an empty space where the last friendly face you'd see for seven days once stood.

But there she was, and there was her mother, both sipping coffee, mother taking it easy with the cigarettes this day. Laila quivered at their odor, and greatful she was towards Mal when he quit the habit. She compensated him generously, the lack of nicotine increased Mal's endurance, so Laila was actually able to orgasm after Leno's thank yous, but before Conan's monologue.

Bordering Laila was her mother, and another damn window.