You ever see a perfect person that makes you just want to step out of your line at the sandwich counter and say “hey! you! are you one of me?”. Well that’s how I felt today for a few seconds. I only saw her from behind, so I don’t really know what she looked like. Glancing out the window of the sandwich kiosk on the outdoor mall, I saw her step past. I only saw her legs, and her hair which swept up from the base of the neck to a close-cropped light, almost grey-white color on top. Not grey like old hair (she was my age), but just kind of devoid of color. And pale skin. I paid for my sandwich and went back to work, glancing up the mall but she was gone.