As she successfully crossed to the other side of the road, she lost sight of him.
"He did not disappear, did he?" she groaned to herself as she continued to walk down the straight direction she saw him go.
She had almost reached the brink of the street with eyes dotting on her without wavering.
She stood in a spot and began to turn to search for him while saying to herself in wonder, "What is wrong with divine persons in the line today? Why are they dotting on me like I won an inter-line award?" her head was nodding as she swiveled in search for the thief.
"Ms. Blue, come over for a free bite of Dante's pork!" the vendor grilling pork by a stand called on to her.
How on earth did he know her name?
Oh, she's blue. There was too much blueness around her that people would decide on calling her blue just by her appearance.
She wasn't supposed to be surprised to have people call her blue but they weren't calling her just blue.
'Our Hope in Blue
