Strangers (part 5)
At this point, a young lady walks into the establishment. She is about twenty-five, with medium-brown, shoulder-length, neatly-trimmed hair. She looks out-of-place in this rough-and-ready trucker’s joint. The blond guy, at the bandit, sees her entering, in a reflection on a mirror above the machine he is playing. He turns his head around, and away from the machine, to get a more direct look at the wholesome-looking woman.