She shifted her weight back and forth,

the black opaque tights

her mother made her wear that morning

because they looked nice underneath the pencil

skirt, shimmering

against the September sunlight

and as she looked despairingly at her dead phone,

the battery having been forgotten to be charged

overnight,

she began to become anxious, desperate and fidgeted

to the point where putting money into the thin slot

became somehow a sign of alien ignorance

but she never once lost her ability to keep the legs beneath her worry