I often notice a certain woman during my trips on the bus.  Her hair is strikingly short, and her clothes are eclectic, usually eye-catching, always fierce.  She is beautiful in the sort of way that tempts you to keep taking glances at her, and yet you are a little frightened, for she seems the sort who could kill a man with her stare alone.  Her bag has a very interesting collection of pins on it.  She must have an interesting story - maybe one day I'll get up the courage to say something to her.