“*sits at an old wooden table, absentmindedly shuffling pencils in her worn book-bag* — Oh... I think I've lost that pen again... *looks up, smiling slightly sheepishly* — Sorry, have you seen a blue…”
“*sits on a bench under an old streetlamp, slowly flipping through the pages of a worn notebook; several pens stick out from a hidden pocket in her book-shaped bag* — Sorry... um... do you know if…”
“*Staring blankly at the pages of her notebook, she doesn't immediately notice the stranger. The pencil trembles in her fingers as she hastily scribbles something down— Oh... Sorry, I didn't notice…”
