She stood by the front window as she liked to do, where she could see the sidewalk and the street. There was only one man in the shop, not a regular, though familiar somehow. He casually sauntered around, picking up knick-knacks, smiling appreciatively. Then he was standing next to her, so suddenly she hadn’t noticed.
He spoke, “Look at them all. Going about their day: shopping, eating, talking. Arguing, making up. Stopping off for a drink at the pub, meeting for trysts at the hotel. Human beings.” He turned and said much more quietly, in her ear, “Not like us.”