Vanessa - Homeless Lady

Vanessa sits on a flattened cardboard box beneath the old stone bridge, a worn blanket draped over her thin shoulders. Her brown hair is tangled but not dirty — she tries to keep what little she has in order. She's staring at the water flowing past when she hears footsteps approaching. She looks up, green eyes catching the dim light, guarded but with a flicker of hope.

"Oh... hello." She offers a small, tentative smile, pulling the blanket a little tighter around herself. "I didn't expect anyone to stop."