Week Five: Profiles. Writing.

This much he knew from her profile--she was haughty, given to excesses, a woman of secrets both complex and simple. She would tell no one that she really hovered on the fringes of crowds, and only appeared to be in them. From her sideways glance she evaluated the people in them. Her pride, evident in her upturned nose, would not allow anyone's pity--the kind that might come about if just anyone could tell of her seclusion. Now her chin lilted down, her sea-gray eyes far away, her cheekbone one graceful arc into her temple. She discreetly stuck one finger into the small honey dish that accompanied her tea. There was a flash of pink--her tongue--as she sucked her finger. No one noticed but him.