"We have a client coming."
"Are we looking at staplers moving around in an office?"
"We keep all our work confidential."
"Ginger, where are your clothes?"
Kristi watched Ayel as the blonde entered the warehouse. She waited for the door to close before opening her own door. "Okay, Ginger, take a look around."
Ginger dismissed the tawny-haired woman with a wave of the hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Look for people like me."
"And other Wee Folk," Kristi added.
Ginger hopped out of the van, her long hair swaying. She darted under the van. Kristi followed the tiny woman out, but remained standing beside the minivan. She stretched, working out a few kinks in her back. A breeze promising rain later wafter through the parking lot, teasing Kristi's hair. She heard tiny footsteps running across the gravel; it took some willpower to avoid looking in Ginger's direction.
For her part, Ginger dashed to the edge of the gravel, marked by several dandelions pushing their way up through the rocks. The tiny woman touched one of the growing weeds. In moments, the plant grew, flowering in a bright yellow blossom. Ginger plucked the flower and held it over her head like an umbrella. She sauntered along the the wall, acting as if she was there for a stroll. The tiny woman stole a glance back at the van; Kristi leaned against the contraption.
At the corner of the warehouse, Ginger stopped. She peered around, even looking up. A raven flew overhead. Ginger pressed up against the warehouse and waited for the bird to fly away. Once sure that it was safe, the tiny woman crept around the corner, then sat down, crossing her legs under her. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.