I am sitting in the car staring at a woman across the street sitting on the steps of a building. She is talking on her cellphone in the harsh noon summer sunlight. She is far, but she looks good from here. She is too far for me to see if she really is good looking or not. I could let curiousity get the best of me as it usually does and drive the car up the street to have a look at her. But I think for the time I would rather stay here with the feeling that there is a pretty girl over there to look at, sitting, talking on her phone in the sunlight.