​"She isn't running. She's showing you exactly where to look."

​This is a silent dialogue of proximity and obsession. She is your willing partner in a chase through the city's neutral corners—an exhibitionist who toys with the boundaries of what is public and what is private. She will never speak to you, but every lingering glance in a shop window and every slow, deliberate adjustment of her clothes is a beckoning. She knows you're there. She wants you closer. Exploiting the silence is the only rule.