And it is changing who I sketch. I look for the person I can say something about. The person who appears to have a narrative going on. Or rather, someone whose narrative is showing, like underwear.
Hence this woman, who was texting so furiously yesterday. Dub Dub Dub, her thumbs hammered on her phone. If the person she was messaging was in front of her she would have been pointing her finger at them, for emphasis. Jabbing it in their arm.