mmm, burgers.

Marie sat at her windowsill an looked out at the partly cloudy atmosphere. As she smoked her cigarette she wondered what the smoky smell was that slowly filled her apartment through her open windows. Marie's stomach began to churn from the heavy buzz of her cigarette the craving for a juicy hamburger. Marie's mother would never allow her to eat red meat due to it's calorie and fat percentage. Her mother's greatest fear was to have a fat child. Without putting out her cigarette she waltzed out the door toward the elevator. Before entering the elevator Marie thought about putting out her cigarette but didn't.
The pavement had that sort of smell it gets just after it's been raining. On the way to the kosher deli Marie lit another cigarette. The air must have had a lot of moister because each time Marie exhaled smoke, and partly steam, plunged from her lungs creating a momentary cloud with each drag. The Smorgaboard was a lot closer than expected and Marie lingered outside to finish her cigarette. Once finished, she entered and purchased her kosher hamburger. Since she was alone she didn't want to sit by herself even though on the walk most of the heat and freshness of her meal would diminish. This seemed, to Marie, a fair trade off.
Off in the distance was the library, and even though the burger was growing colder by the second Marie decided her need for a book was prevalent. The stale smell of the pavement made Marie question the class of her new city. Thoughts such a these filled her mind as she approached the library, surprisingly without lighting, yet again, another cigarette.
The library look grim. Just behind Marie another person entered the library. There was something peculiar about this person, but Marie turn around to see, all she noticed was the sound the door made as it opened and closed. The organization of this library was unfamiliar so Marie just walked to the first isle she saw, the magazine rack. There must have been something in her upbringing that gave her the innate ability to sense magazines wherever she was, it was embarrassing. She wanted to know what it felt like to be intellectual. The person who entered behind Marie b-lined right towards fiction and Marie followed. The smell of the hamburger trailing behind her. Through the rows Marie tried to observe the books this character was contemplating. Marie was never very good at sneaking about and after about 20 minutes the person she was stalking noticed.
Looking back at Marie through the shelf she heard, "Can I help you?," they said.
Marie was mortified, not only had she no idea what any of these books were, but now the person looking at them was looking at her. She had not idea what to say, and so, used the charm that her mother drilled into her head as a child, "Oh, hello," she said cranking up her french accent.
"...yes?" this person was very strange.
"I was just looking for a new book, I'm sorry."
"Well, I've always like this one," out thrusted was Lord of the Flies.
The book looked old and ragged, sort of like an old law book only much smaller. The person she had been talking to began to walk away. Marie was suddenly filled with sadness that this person was walking away, it was the most interaction she'd had in about a month.
"My name's Marie," she said stepping infront of them to make sure they wouldn't keep walking.
"I'm Osiris." Marie could tell that Osiris had no intention of furthering the interaction. So, Marie said the typical, "nice to meet you, thanks for the book, have a good day," and the two parted ways.
Marie checked out the book and began walking home, the burger now cold. Just before entering Wilshire a voice from the parking yell out, "HOW MUCH, BABY GIRL?" Marie was so completely terrified that she ran through the lobby, nearly had a heart attack whilst waiting for the elevator and crashed on the floor upon entering her apartment. This is no Saint-Nazaire.