[Did she just ... hear her name? Kneeling on the rooftop of one of the buildings encasing the alleyway, Donna gripped the ledge and looked over, to see Jason waiting there.

How did he know? How long did he know? Seriously, it was creepy.

Not ... much creepier than I must look, though, she thought, pulling back and taking a deep breath, buttoning up her pea-coat. Her head was suddenly abuzz, fighting to register an appropriate response to the encounter she was about to have. Her mind ping-ponged back and forth between indignant anger and anxious anticipation. Is this really what it took to get his attention? To beseech it in such an odd and shady manner?]

Um...coming.

[She landed assiduously in front of him, her heels making a diligent and almost timid click as they briefed with the concrete. Her posture straightens and her chin is up crisply, causing her earrings to tap lightly at her jaw. She threw a scrutinizing look at their surroundings.]

I wasn't following you.