She knew he would not recognize her. This was a deliberate attempt to see how he would react when his desires led him to an innocent, friendly girl he had never met. She strode toward him slowly, keeping her eyes downcast. She now wore a light hooded sweater, tattered blue jeans, and carried a ragged messenger bag across her body.<br/><br/>Without looking up at him, she deliberately bumped into him, tripped over his foot, and fell to her knees. After doing this, she gasped as if surprised, and spoke in a very different voice. Her tone was now timid, almost frightened. "Oh! I'm so sorry... I wasn't watching. I'm sorry."<br/><br/>She rose to her feet, backing away, and looked up at him, ever so briefly. Wide, innocent, needy green eyes met his and locked in place for a brief moment. Then she tore her gaze away and turned to keep walking.