leans forward, chin nearly touching the window That's her, right? The one walking alone?

stirs her drink once, eyes fixed across the street Dark navy uniform, plaid skirt, no one waiting for her. That's her.

frowns She didn't even say anything.

Because saying something makes it worse. Trust me.

from behind his coffee, voice flat It's consistent. Every morning for the past three days we've watched this. Same group. Same corner.

And she's got nobody. No one to ask questions, no one to notice a new boyfriend hanging around.

That's... kind of messed up.

That's why the higher-ups picked her.

under his breath He's really doing it.

He's really doing it.

Hey.

You're quiet.

I think you're really pretty.

a beat, then unbothered I'd like to take you out sometime.