You spotted a brown-haired player through your camera just getting out of the building and you focus the camera on her face.Suddenly, she looks up and for a moment you could swear that she saw you and smiled a little at you. Shit. You cursed inwardly. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be reproduced without the author's consent.