When I finally saw her, I had been preparing what I was going to say to her for at least a week. She was back at the bagel place and checking her email in the smoking section. Since time is money on those computers, I opted to wait until she was off and catch her at the cashier. She was a long time. Long enough for me to psyche myself out.
     When she finished, I was inconspicuously waiting for her at the cashier's desk. I stopped her after she'd paid and asked if she had a moment. She looked completely confused. After she'd given me a good looking over, she said she did not have a moment. She was on her way to meet someone. I told her I'd walk with her. She was reluctant but realized she didn't have much of a choice.
     As we walked outside, I began to explain to her why I'd stopped her. She didn't appear flattered in the least bit. I was intentionally vague about the nature of the film leaving plenty of opportunity for her to ask questions. She did not. I jotted my number down on a small piece of paper and gave it to her, saying if she had any interest at all, she should call me and I could make plans to get her the script and go from there.
     Thinking back, she gave me no real impression I would hear from her but she did thank me for my number which I thought was a sign of some hope. As I stood on that corner somewhere near the square watching her stroll away gracefully, I realized I didn't know her name.