GIRL
Blonde hair covered one eye as she peeked out from behind the massive white chrysanthemum. The fan above her spun hot air across the back of her neck. He could smell her perfume. He couldn't remember how many times they'd been like this, close, yet distinctly separate. "Don't look at me," she whispered.
She didn't know she was beautiful.
JAY
He was a known paranoid, eyes darting around the room, ears twitching, trying to pick up some suspicious noise or other. Sometimes he'd turn really quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was following him. He never quite managed it, but he knew they were there, watching him. He could hear them breathing, slow and heavy. Rotten bastards.
LAURA
She tried to keep herself in silhouette. Difficult, but worth it. The shadows were always safer. She watched a man walk past, unaware, taking her for part of the scenery. Good. To be taken for a piece of artwork is any true introvert's goal. People can't hurt what they can't see, can they? No. She was smart that way.