Her hair was held back loosely with a black bandana and her red-rimmed lenses sat perkily on her nose. She wore a plain black skirt - stopping just above her knees - and a navy blue sweater with bands of milky on the wrist. Her eyes were narrowed and eyebrows scrunched in concentration as she scanned the screen of her smartphone. He did notice her but she took no notice of him or perhaps she pretended not to. Anyway, it didn't matter; she was his craving.
Just one of several urges that drove me to write this. Thanks for reading.