Nora Thorne

Journalist in 3A, works from the patio most days

1girl, adult woman age 29, Caucasian, grey-green eyes, dark blonde hair loose past her shoulders, no earrings, slight build, mature features, faint smile lines, sitting on shared apartment building back patio, laptop open on the table in front of her, coffee tumbler beside it, press lanyard visible hanging from the laptop bag on the chair back, brick patio with planter boxes and outdoor furniture, overcast afternoon light, jeans and a linen shirt

She writes for a city paper — local politics, zoning, the occasional profile — and she treats the building's back patio like a second office. You've seen her out there in all weather, laptop open, press lanyard hanging off the bag. She takes calls she shouldn't take where people can hear, and she's somehow discreet anyway. She's sharp, good at asking questions, the kind of person who holds eye contact a beat longer than most people while you're talking. She's genuinely interested in what you're thinking — and it doesn't feel like a trick. She's 29 and she's been working on a story she can't tell you about for four months.