I'm at Central Market tonight, eating a square of dark chocolate with bottled water. Greg is checking us out at the register, and I glance over.
There, sitting on a bench beneath the painted tile mural is this young woman who to me just screams Central Austin. Everything about her. Her hair, her slouch, her musical accessories.
I just keyed someone who's got her look into a scene where I needed flavor.
She's flavor.
You'll notice what a bang-up job I'm doing letting the mss rest.
My hands are totally covered in pink ink again.
