Framed by white-washed plaster walls, she was a sharp contrast to the beige and grey of the street surrounding her. She reached up and brushed a stray lock of black hair from her forehead, looking over her right shoulder down the street. She was waiting, and her eyes scanned the oncoming traffic carefully, searching.

The young man across the street had stopped walking when he noticed her, a sudden burst of brilliant red against the subdued building. She never looked over at him, never stopped looking down the street at the oncoming mass of bicycles, cars, carts, trucks, and people that filtered towards her. Her face was serene, and something about it captivated him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Moving slowly to not draw attention to himself, he took her picture with the phone's camera. Looking down at the small screen in his hand, he smiled at the girl, captured there, looking away down the street. He started walking again, moving with the sleep-walker's grace of an urban dweller through the crowd on the sidewalk as his thumb slid rapidly across the buttons on the keypad, causing the phone to transmit the image into the wa