She is white, in her late 20s. She is quiet, soft-spoken (I imagine), shy, eminently missable.
I almost missed her.
Her hair is just below her shoulders, blonde, flat. Her complexion is marred by a zit just below her nose.
Her clothes are unremarkable, a tan trenchcoat over a red t-shirt and black leggings. She wears brown suede boots, up almost to her knees.
Her body is barely discernible, presented as a rectangle.
She types, on her iPad, indifferent to all around.
But I can tell, I can feel it in my bones.
She is dirty.