You happen to be sitting on the curb one night, outside a random office building. Just one of those days where you sit down on a curb with your head on your knees, looking at the busy road. A pretty woman in a nice suit comes through the door of the office building behind you. She stands a few feet away and angrily lights a cigarette. She's mumbling something about stocks.

She looks down and sees you watching the street sitting on the curb. She doesn't say anything but doesn't look away.