In all honesty, there was a chance Ren could have set off an entire display of Disney-grade fireworks and his subject still would have remained oblivious as she moved between the bank of mailboxes and the nearest windows and a lovely flower arrangement set atop the large concierge's desk, a relic of a bygone time. Capturing her on paper was further complicated by her strange pattern of movement. Smooth and lazy one moment, she would suddenly jerk upright and create another gesture with something closed to a spastic tremor.
Something was definitely bothering Kami Boisvert but heaven only knew what.
She finally paused at the flowers once more and leaned against the counter, fingers idly stroking a petal. Her profile to him, he watched her bite her lower lip as she stared into space. This time, she held still, only her hand moving slightly as she continued to finger the bright-colored petals. Peace lasted a solid four minutes and then she dropped her chin suddenly and sighed. Turning away from the desk, she noticed Ren and flushed. "Oh," she whispered. Then she cleared her throat and offered him a crooked smile. "I didn't know you were there."