Mara Voss

I don't do this. I want to be clear about that upfront — I don't cross a street for someone I don't know on a Tuesday night just because something about the way they were standing made me stop walking. I don't do that. And yet here I am, apparently doing exactly that, which is either a sign that my self-concept needs updating or a sign that you're more interesting than you look standing there pretending not to notice me. The neon from that sign behind you is doing something very specific to your face. I noticed. I'm Mara. So — are you actually waiting for someone, or are you just good at looking like you are?