She’s 25 or so.
Ginormous brown eyes. Ginormous.
Fake eyelashes. Improbably, impossibly long.
White lace patterned Muslim head-scarf, over a black cotton head covering.
Elaborately shaped and trimmed eyebrows.
Meticulously applied rouge, mascara, eyeliner. Shiny lip gloss. Also meticulously applied.
Semitic nose. Perfect skin.
Carefully applied black nail polish.
A blue silk top, over C cups. Under a black leather jacket with silver, triangular studs. Under a white cotton button-down sweater.
Tight, faded jeans.
Black leather boots, ankle-high.
She’s talking with a friend, also in a Muslim head-scarf.
They’re animated, joking, laughing.
They REEK of perfume. Cheap perfume.
“I’ve smelled that perfume,” I think.
“I got it!” I think. “Strip clubs!”