A Particularly Interesting Looking People-Watcher

It’s not a particularly large city, and neither is this intersection. But it goes four ways, and there are always cars queuing up behind the lights waiting to go, creating an atmosphere of light bustle. It’s not an abnormally loud intersection either, the cars generally not honking and going about their business with polite intent. But, when a train goes by a few blocks away all the patterns that the lights usually follow shift, restricting traffic, and overwhelming everyone around with a shared annoyance for the sudden noise. There are probably intersections like it in every city that has a train running through it.
There’s a girl sitting by the intersection, not on a bench as one would expect but instead on the small stone ledge surrounding a planter. There are no benches at the corner that she sits at. She’s looking at the intersection, but the people walking by the intersection are looking at her. She’s of the age between that of a child and that of a woman, and no one would normally bat an eye seeing her in the town on her own.
So there normally wouldn’t be anything odd with this picture, but the longer you look the stranger it gets. It’s a bit overcast out, and was raining earlier, so that explains the closed umbrella sitting at her feet, but makes the partially eaten ice cream in her hand stand out more given how recently the rain passed. She’s completely dry, but her umbrella isn’t. She’s got only one earbud in, bobbing her head along to music too quiet for the passers by to hear but also turning to watch cars drive by and pedestrians pass. She, along with everyone else, winces as the train blares by again.
She’s wearing a gown, a light bluish-gray that nearly blends with the cement ledge that she is sitting on. She is very careful with her ice cream, clearly not wanting to get any stray purple drops onto her outfit although she does not seem particularly concerned with the effect that sitting on the public ledge may have on the cleanliness of her attire. She seems to have been sitting here for quite a while, but she doesn’t look like she’s waiting for anybody.
After a few minutes she’s finished eating, and she throws away her napkin and walks away. A few days later she walked through the same intersection without a second glance, no ice cream, umbrella, earbuds, or gown in sight.

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