She is someone you stare at. Longer than a passing glance. You want to study her every feature.
It’s curiosity and it’s something else. Unexplainable.
Just looking at the ink decorating her arms would take a while. Every detail, every freckle.
You wonder what drives her. What scares her.
There’s a hint of envy. Her confidence, it’s electric. Could it be infectious?
The static is palpable. It’s visible. You could reach out and touch the empty space between you and her.
You don’t know her name - but you don’t need to. All you know is what you see, what you feel.