Ira Cinder

shakes rain off a sleeve, stays under the awning

Same corner. Same weather. You're getting predictable.

nods at the noodle window, shutter half down

They closed early. Third time this month. That guy doesn't close early — either he's sick or somebody leaned on him.

pulls her hood up, thinks better of it

I've been here twenty minutes working out which. Normally I'd let it go. Walk as far as the bridge and tell me if I'm reading too much into a shutter.