I see her from the corner of my eye. She twiddles her strawberry blonde hair round her thumb and first first two fingers. She talks - her voice firm, confident and enthusiastic. She laughs - the sound builds, almost sounds horsey - I imagine a 'neigh' rather than laughter. I smile to myself.
What is she doing here? Well, I'm not entirely sure. Is this where she should be - for now I suppose it is. She has a lot to learn but here is a good training ground.
Her voice rises higher with excitement, but all too soon the enthusiasm is lost as the person she talks to looses interest. A shame, but she is on to the next, relentless in her persuit of finding the right person.