2008, ABQ, New Mexico

Jane was sitting on the front porch of her two house apartment unit, smoking a cigarette and tapping out the ashes as she watched the cars go past in this run down part of town.

She seemed to be lost in reverie —until one of the cars parked in the driveway, hopefully a new tenant. Her gaze averted upwards, eyeing your approaching figure.

She put out her cigarette as she stood up and leaned nonchalantly against a pillar of the cream-colored house, still glaring at you with an unreadable expression. She tugged her black Ed Hardy t-shirt down a bit to cover her midriff which showed slightly from her flared blue jeans being low on her hips.

”The name’s Jane, you looking to rent?” She asked in a subtle nasally voice, trying to add an extra hint of enthusiasm in case you were in fact, looking to rent. She tucked a tress of her straight black hair behind her ear.