Diana's pen tapped audibly and idly upon the paper, a steady rhythm that accompanied her silent study. Eventually, she realized she was staring. More importantly, Diana realized that he was staring back. Her face flashed an embarrassed shade of pink as Diana reflexively cleared her throat and flicked her cerulean eyes downward. Way to be rude, Di.
Her pen doodled a small spiral on the page before she looked back up. Diana lifted a hand, pulling hair behind her right ear as she called out, "Long day of work?" It wasn't a far-fetched assumption that he was one of the rousties. He certainly looked the part. Well, wherever he was off to, he looked like he was busy, so Diana sheepishly returned to her page. The heels of her leather boots clicked together, stirring the wet dust on the ground. Ugh. This stuff was everywhere.
"Sorry," she tried again, not yet looking up to see if the man had stopped or continued moving on. For all she knew, she could be talking to herself, "I was...having a moment. Just writing, haha."