At first he had just passed her by, too caught up in his thoughts to take much notice. But after a time her daily presence began to nag away at him. Such a sweet looking face. What did she want and why was she always at that particular window looking at him?
As much as he tried he could not get her out of his head, even beginning to look forward to seeing her standing there each morning, a companion on his daily commute.
His beautiful, solitary mannequin.