Here is the Thursday Quick Write scenario:
She cautiously lingered at the door for a few moments, her eyes darted around the room frantically. "This girl looks a little paranoid", I thought to myself. She took one hesitant step in, like she was toeing the edge of the water in a cold pool. Her hair was straight, so straight you could tell she used one of those straighteners because there was a slight bump by her hairline. She was wearing expensive jeans that didn't quite fit her properly but her V-neck sweater hugged her sides. You could tell she was preoccupied with her thoughts because she carelessly bumped into an occupied chair, disrupting the silence that usually filled the room and annoying the reader who angrily tried to find his page again. "Sorry, didn't mean to. I'm looking for someone", she said.
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she froze. I could faintly see the beads of sweat that broke out over her forehead. She slowly walked up to the table at the far side of the fiction section that was occupied by a single boy. He was completely engrossed in his paperback, so much so that he didn't even notice her fumbling over the chair next to him while she sat down. She mumbled something to him I couldn't quite understand. He looked up abruptly and put his book down. She asked him something while fumbling anxiously with her hands, the inflection in her voice clear, although the question itself inaudible. The boy smiled shyly and quickly nodded his head. Her shoulders relaxed and she stood up, pushing her chair in. She strode towards the door with her head up. The sweat was gone. She turned quickly before leaving the room, flashing a wide grin.