Beginning of creative-writing project

Okay, ladies. We can each write a paragraph. I'll start!

Maggie looked up from her coffee just in time to catch Lucy and Stephen coming in the door. A cigarette hung loosely from her lips. She looked down again, quickly, hoping Stephan didn't try to approach her. She just couldn't face... well... his lovely face. She had spent the last four days sitting around in Java Cabana, reading the poetry everyone left in the sketchbooks that were scattered around. She stayed until they closed every night, and then made the cold, slightly invigorating walk home. She didn't mind being alone. Well, at least she had gotten used to it.

Is that enough for you guys to work with?

--Allie