They were strangers for sure: he, probably in his late 20s, just going to work, and she, probably in her 40s, already at work. He walked with urgency but with a pace that wouldn’t get his sweat pouring out of his pores; she walked with dead calm, a massive walis tingting on her left hand and a cigarette on the other. He wore a tight Aztec print shirt that hugged his body and a pair of black slacks and leather shoes; she wore an oversize collared blouse and pajamas folded to her knees. He opened his knapsack and took out a white baby powder and dabbed some on his fingers then spread the antiperspirant all over his face; while she took a whiff of her smoke . They walked parallel each other.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)