Making up other people's life

I was sitting at Hard Rock Cafe in Toronto last night, having a meal and a drink in solitude - enjoying it.

Right next to me was a table of four women, in their mid to late twenties I’d guess. As I am studying their faces and interactions I am all of a sudden spinning up their life stories.

The first woman is eccentric and well-off. Well, her fiance is sponsoring her expensive habit. She demonstrates her new purse purchase and raises her foot to show off the latest boots. She got big ear rings, laughs loud, and has a very intense look. She is beautiful, seems easy going, and have absolutely no worries.

Next to her sits the Asian rebel, I bet she does not have a boyfriend, or husband to be. She is into her career and very smart. She is a bit of a drama queen though, adding to her story-telling with body language that underline the key points. She gets her friends attention when she looks like she is about to cry while telling a story. Seconds later, she is smiling and laughing at something else. She is a small, beautiful woman, and she knows it.

Then you have the one that strives to keep up with the two first, She is a bit bigger, but dresses very well to “compensate.” I think she just got married. She is showing her friends a photo a frame, and I think it is her and her husband on a beach somewhere nice and warm. They all go ahhhh.

The last one is the jealous one. She does not have a boyfriend, she does not love her job, she does not have the beauty, and she thinks her friends are all superficial. She feels like they don’t care - about her. She does not smile once, does not engage in the conversation, she looks bored.

Wonder what story the other guests made about the woman sitting at a table by herself, drinking a beer, gobbling down her sandwich, while laughing and smiling to herself.