Opposite of hopeless (Open)

[Lessien Melwasul]

~The form of Lessien Melwasul sat in the middle of the non-smoking Cafe Chi-Town in the strange hour between lunch and dinner ... smoking. No one present was really paid enough to do anything about it, and Amanda Wallace frowned on calls to police unless it was more than a pint of blood. So Betty sat and brooded under an endless stream of tobacco haze as Alice pictured faces in the negative spaces.~

"Puff n Stuff."

~That's what Alice saw, but only one face kept popping to mind when Betty closed her eyes. That face belonged to Drew as she stabbed out her cigarette in an empty side dish and motioned at her half empty and tepid cup of coffee ... to the eyes that were always fucking watching.~

"She says she knows how it feels now?"

~Alice sighed after hearing it one hundred times. The curse of the captive audience sometimes.~

"Nothing more?"

"Oh, I'll give her some new feelings to explore Alice. Or I'll eat my ever so fucking famous coat."

~The coffee cup was filled and it was black like her little Drew thoughts. She mumbled to herself much to the 'delight' of Alice.~

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Some time later ... that is the way things turn. She left the cafe with only the scent of tobacco to linger behind alone.~