<br/>Sunhee was perched on a stool by the window of the coffee shop, with a sheath of papers fanned out along the narrow counter in front of her.  She twisted softly from side to side, adjusting the knee-length slit skirt that matched her warm, dark grey acrylic top with its trace of white detail.  Another sip of coffee, frowning almost imperceptibly at the taste.  Not her regular brew.  She didn't usually come so far downtown from her sublet by the university.  Maybe she would as it came closer to time to actually shoot this project.  For now, the setup was endless.  They would have to pay her - probably - because she was one of the few people with serious training involved.  Just, casting was taking ages.<br/><br/>She blinked sideways, the slightly hot paper cup brushing her cheek beside a loose wisp of her casual updo.  A very tall figure had just passed along the sidewalk, wearing some coat that belonged more in the freewheeling young district further south.  Her gaze lingered along the stride of his calves, just beneath the ends of the coat, before he passed completely out of sight.<br/><br/>A little tingle ran up her spine, even as her eyes dropped back to the sketches of filmshot angles.  Something wasn't quite right about him, here.  Of course there were artists, and plenty of goths just passing through on their way to the more affordable shops along the waterfront.  But, he did not move like them.  He moved like someone who had a purpose that was not to be denied.  What was more, something about him - she wasn't sure quite what  but a misplaced instinct nudged her - something about him had been trained in just how to move.<br/><br/>She shrugged, barely a twitch under her sweater, her narrow eyes drifting along the paper and across the room with just a little extra edge of forced boredom.  If he actually was of faerie, it wouldn't be the first to pass through Seattle.  It was far from the court and from the more important of human politics, but who was to say.  Perhaps Andais or some lesser noble was collecting totem art, or stocking up on coffee for that matter.  She didn't expect any such thing, but it did not matter.  The mantra reasserted itself in her head.<em>You are no one in particular among them, and you have other things to create.  Focus.  </em><br/><br/>The edge of a fingernail, drifting along an invisible diagonal between the focus of a shot and where the camera should be.  She sucked in a breath behind the paper cup as she picked it up again, a little.<em>Is Josie going to come out and discuss the equipment today, or is she going to flake again?</em>She could always go over to the canal and the parks, walk out the outdoor settings - if the rain didn't come to stay later.  The paper with the classifieds exposed just barely protruded from her handbag by the window.  She blinked at it coldly.  Sure, her modeling gigs paid enough for now and it could be interesting...  But, her heart was in film.  If only the industry would get itself together again!<br/><br/>For just a moment, her eyes shifted back and forth along the sidewalk warily as she took in more coffee.<em>I belong here.  Nothing to see. </em><br/><br/>