((Yeah, its night, but New York is a city that never sleeps))
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Still, she thought as she watched people pass by her little "shop", there was just something about selling artwork on a street corner that she liked. She liked showing off her work, and knowing that people liked it enough to buy something was a great feeling. They weren't the originals, just prints, but still signed, and she'd hear people walking away saying things like "This'll probably be worth millions someday." or "I could say I brought her work before she was famous!"
She smirked to herself and watched her potential customers from behind mirrored glasses.
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Being lost in deep thought and walking at the same time is a dangerous combination. She barely noticed the two ladies walking her way gabbering on about some lovely piece of art work, nor did she notice Jessie Town until she nearly tumbled over the woman's legs.
She quickly backed up, relieved that she still had her hat on and stared at the human woman. Jessie Town stared back up at her but she couldn't exactly read Jessie's expression due to her glasses. She surpessed a moan as she saw her own reflection for the first time through Jessie's glasses. Taking another step back, she muttered a barely audible 'Sorry', and something that sounded like, 'admirable artwork' and walked on.
((Little-miss-no-name has one pale blue eye and one deep red eye. Her skin is in link with my name a pale Jade Green... but I don't know if Jessie would know that.))