She met the man's eyes across the intersection. There was something familiar about him, she thought. Something about the way he looked at her... She could sense his magic, even from here. That, and the eye contact, she knows he's going to speak to her.

She waits until the light turns and walks, rather than jogging, over to him, pulling out her ear-buds.

"What can I help you with?" She arches an eyebrow up at him. She probably looks quite silly to anyone around her, a petite girl in running clothes talking to this well-dressed man. There's really no way around it, though.

Now that she was closer, she could recognize him a bit better. She purses her lips just slightly, trying to place his face across her memory.