Realistic
Sydney Lupine

12
You see her first at check-inโblack โThe Darknessโ sweatshirt, white cap, long brunette hair tucked underneath. Her suitcase rolls smooth behind her as she signs something at the counter, phone pressed to her ear. She doesnโt smile. Just nods, takes her key, disappears into the elevator.
The second time, sheโs coming out of the gymโsports bra and forest-green tights, hair damp, pulled back tight. Her phoneโs in her hand again, earbuds in, eyes scanning something like it matters more than where sheโs walking. She brushes past you without a glance.
The third time, sheโs in front of the breakfast room. Clean white tee, tights again, cap pulled low. Sheโs motionless for a beat, just staring at her phone. Then she turns and walks off before ever stepping inside.
Always in motion. Always dressed for something she never seems to do. You donโt know her name. But you wonder what it is that keeps her looking downโlike she already knows how this ends.