Movement in Jolie's peripheral vision caught her attention.  She was used to keeping tabs on everyone in a room, especially males.  Two years had passed since she'd started hormones and it had been at least six months since she'd been easily 'read' by anyone on the street, but there were those in the world (mostly gay men and children under 10) who still saw straight through her, and she was wary, suspecting of everyone.  She watched the young man enter (so not her type) and sit down.  Other than marking his movement and position, she paid him little attention.  College students rarely interested her in the slightest.  They were largely too wrapped up in their own lives to pay her even the littlest bit of attention.  Not to mention they were usually broke and almost never willing to spend money on a lady.<br/><br/>She recrossed her legs, shifting her position in the chair, and sipped from her beverage once again.   Estella saw this as an opportunity, however.  The six pound poodle used her mistress's movement to jump from the chair and trotted primly over to the young man's backpack, sniffing intently at one of the pockets.<br/><br/>Jolie was mortified, eyes widening as she stared her dog down.  "Estella!" she hissed, patting the side of the chair urgently.  "Come here!"  But the dog, for her part, ignored her entirely and just went on, this time sticking her head into a side pocket, snuffling about for anything edible that might have been left.