Twirl

I sat
Drinking my latte
A whirl
Of coffee and froth
Amongst the smells
And sounds
Within
In the crowd I spotted
A girl
Her thoughts elsewhere
Staring out the window
Nervous.
Shoulder length hair in hand
A twirl
Around her fingers
Glance flickering back
To her phone
Hand to hair
A curl
Came away and fear
Shifted loose
In her tear-filled eyes