Nearly every day for weeks, she was on window ledge, sitting with an elbow resting on a bent knee. She always wore the same hat, olive jacket, and white scarf, with black, blue, or green jeans, and the same tan, laced boots.
Plain Jane, he nicknamed her. What’s Plain Jane is doing right now, he’d wonder more than once a day. Odd thing is, he never saw her do anything, not eat, drink, smoke, read, talk, or stare at a phone. She just sat, same time, same place. Weird, right?
Then one day, Plain Jane smiled, and it was magic.
