She was told to look at the world with a cheery innocence, but no one told her that at seventeen it would be next to impossible to accomplish. The world is ugly and so are it’s inhabitants was the thesis she had formed after working at Wide Awake for less than a day. No matter what Christians said, we were all damned and could only be saved by downing cup after cup of coffee [and people wondered why coffee shops were always so full]. She glanced at the elderly couple sitting at a booth loudly whispering about a young woman at the table next to them with bright, bottle-red hair and her nose buried in The Prince. For the life of her, Lise couldn’t figure out who was more screwed over by the world- the old man and old woman who were obviously approaching the inevitable end to their uninteresting lives and who, she could only assume, have stayed together because it was comfortable and acceptable and neither wanted to die alone or the loner-not-lonely young woman who couldn’t come to terms with the fact that she couldn’t muster up one acquaintance to sit with for coffee and could only find comfort in that fact by dying her hair red to send the world a clear message that she was too damn special to be concerned with the normals, that being alone was a choice rather than a sentence. Answering that question became moot when she was dragged back to reality by a nasally, middle-aged woman wanting to order a non-fat, sugar free decaf latte. She took that back. The answer was standing right in front of her. The woman only helped in proving Annalise’s point- the world really was ugly [and screwed because who in their right mind orders a non-fat, sugar-free, decaf anything in a coffee shop and isn’t scared for their life?] and it’s inhabitants were a canceled nose job away from being the same.