thelucidist
I was late for the biggest day of my life, already feeling at a loss for words and breath, running to the phone because my cell wasn't charged, ruining my $300 shoes and my first Armani suit, cursing my broken down supposedly reliable Camry, feeling the heat of the moment up my spine and my savior, my salvation, my hero appears through the fog of confusion to offe me a way out of this hell - what? Really? This is what it comes down to? A fucking scooter?
Gimme the key....
Mysterious conjurs a picture first - a person, man or woman, doesn't matter she is wearing shades, smoking a cigarette, and watching something or someone intensely ~ though they don't realize they are being studied. There is an air of knowing more than they are letting on, more so than being guilty or hiding with good reason.
It is apparent that the mysterious one is seeking information of some kind - though likely not academic. More emotional knowledge than anything ~ what her subject wants or needs. If "discovered" she is merely curious, and would easily "talk her way out"