It was the music that first caught Rob's attention. When he went to investigate, it was on the porch that he spotted her leaning on the beam that held up the roof, her eyes shut tight.
Her hair was dyed blonde and chopped so that she had a heavy side fringe and the front was longer than the back. She certainly looked free in herself – sunglasses perched on top of her head, ripped jeans, battered green shoes and a loose tank top with the infamous Rolling Stones logo on the front.
Rob then noticed that in one hand she held a glass of red wine and that the other loosely held a lit cigarette.
His gaze then dropped to where an aged looking stereo sat near her feet, blaring out an old Johnny Cash number.
Maybe it was the way the loose strands of dyed blonde hair hung over her face in a way that irritated him, or how her foot was tapping absentmindedly to the music – whatever it was, Rob thought it was about time that he left.
"I wouldn't have taken you for a Johnny Cash fan."
Rob froze before looking up slowly to acknowledge her: everything about the young woman was teasing in expression, her mouth in a crooked grin and her blue-green eyes seeming to dazzle through the cigarette smoke. She took a sip of her wine before placing it down and walking towards the fence that barricaded her from him, leaning forward over it to hold out a pack of cigarettes.
"Want one?" She asked pleasantly enough, but it was the way she had looked at him directly with neither qualm nor fear in her manner that set him on edge. She wasn't going to let him off the hook for first coming into her territory, and then second for staring at her.
"Bit young to be smoking, aren't you?" Rob commented, staring at the packet suspiciously as though maggots might be hidden underneath. The woman then smirked and laughed a bit.
"You don't have to take one if you don't want it."
Rob's eyes narrowed at her before shaking his head. Shrugging, the blonde put the pack of cigarettes into her back pocket.
"Figures. I thought there was some other reason why you were staring at me."
She raised an eyebrow, yet decided against arguing with him on the subject. Her cigarette was running out and she was getting bored of standing there under someone else's scrutiny.
"Ok," She carelessly flung away her cigarette butt, "The name's Marisol. If you were interested."
Seeing the blank look on Rob's face, Marisol laughed at him mockingly before striding back to the porch to pick up her wine glass.