She was leaning against a wall,
holding a drink in a red plastic cup
gingerly, with only the fingertips of both hands,
as if it held something valuable

the way people hold fragile plates or
baby chicks

She was listening intently to someone else's story
oblivious to the rest of the room,
not paying attention to the three or four strands of hair,
fallen across her face.

Someone needed to brush them aside.