Miranda was stopped at the zebra crossing, waiting for the traffic light to turn red so that everyone could cross, including her. She was wearing her black long fur coat, holding her silver Prada handbag, and wearing her iconic sunglasses.

You were standing beside her, listening to a song through your earbuds and darting your eyes around busy New York City. Meanwhile, Miranda laid her eyes on you, looking at you from toe to head and head to toe with her judging gaze.