She ran out of options. She knew she can't keep crawling forever, plus she was already attracting more attention than she ever wanted. She took a tight grab at her bag and headed for a opening between the chairs.

Right when she was about to stand up, her phone starts ringing again. "Ugh, Just who is calling me!? Of all times", she ranted to herself. While struggling to get on her two feet, she pulled out her phone from her bag. It wasn't a number she recognized.

Past her phone, she saw the brown snake print shoes. Distracted by the phone, she almost forgot that she had company. She retained her composure and lifted her head from the phone's screen. To her surprise, it wasn't the person she was originally waiting for, back when she was sipping her mocha. It was ... a new face. One that clearly is bearing an impatient expression right now. And quite obviously, the impatience was towards her.

The normal thing would have been to crawl out from under the table with some scrap of dignity still intact... but not only was that near impossible when you're down on your hands and knees, it's also not how her mind works in times of need.

She pulls her bag out from the tight space as quietly as possible and starts crawling through the maze of tables and chairs. Luckily, most of the guests have left the coffee shop by this hour, although many have probably stayed to witness this odd display of behaviour.

"Quietly... quietly..." she keeps thinking to herself.
It wasn't very effective considering her muscles were still pulsing dully and her big, bulky bag keeps knocking into the chairs.
The pair of shoes follow along side of her.

"You know, I can see you crawling through the tables." the voice says with an impatient sigh.

She stared at the approaching brown shoes, she caught herself detailing the shoes; snake print, round toe, stacked heels and silver buckles. It took her a split second to realize that those shoes were the ones from Gucci's new Spring 2012 line. It made her wonder...

The shoes came to a stop in front of where she was. Simultaneously, the incessant ringing of her phone stopped and a voice from above her boomed out, "There you are! I've been looking all over for you!"

Just a little bit further!
Suddenly pain shot through her back.
She froze.
It was muscle cramp from stretching a bit too hard.
No, no, no. This can't be happening, if only the phone didn't ring, she thought.
While still in that position and just when she was cursing the caller in her mind, she noticed a pair of shoes approaching.
A pair of brown leather shoes.

But wait!
Where is her bag?
She thought she had hooked it to the back of her chair.
She looked around the store and found her bag wedged between a chair and table leg.
How did it get all the way there?
She discreetly sinks down to the floor, pretending to fumble with a napkin and not draw attention to herself.
The phone stopped ringing by now.
It was a tight space to reach into and her fingertips barely managed to brush the side of her bag.
Great.

Here we go..

Ring..Rinnngg
Steam stopped coming out of her mocha.
Ring....Ringgg
She's been sitting here for a while already.
Ring...Ringg
It was only on the 3rd ring that she realized the mobile ringtone came from her bag...