I don't notice until he shifts that he's pulled his sketch pad from his bag, he's sketching me! I close my eyes just before he looks up. I feel giddy. "You're a bad actress, Mia Signora." I smile although my eyes are still closed.
Your character saw her at the end of the boardwalk. She was perched on the railing with her sketch pad in her lap, her pencil flying across the once blank page. Your character heard her scream as she tipped backwards and toppled over the edge, crashing into the salty water below. You wait for her to come back up, but soon realize that she's drowning. What does your character do?