I noticed her first on the other side of the street blonde, standing tall an air of ease engrossed in whatever she was talking about with him.
I noticed him then dark, broad listening close hanging on her words as if they were worth money an expression of admiration five o’clock shadow furrowed brow.
I kept my eyes on the grey of the ground. In the cold I shuffled my scarf as if she might see it – the place that he kissed me above my collar bone, the curve of my neck two nights ago. They didn’t notice me at all.