Harley knew the stranger had left, but didn't have time to find out where. She couldn't figure out why it even mattered where he went. Shaking herself back to reality, she focused on the task at hand. The performance was just over an hour long and Quinn's camera rarely left her eye the entire time. Afterwards she had a quick talk with the Sun journalist, confirming that she had no other jobs until the political conference tonight. That meant she had an entire afternoon all to herself and she planned to enjoy it. She packed away her camera and began the climb back up the amphitheater steps. Slowly but surely, her mind wandered back to the stranger who had bumped into her. Who was that guy? Why did he keep popping up in her head? She didn't need another guy. Her life was finally getting on track and no man was going to mess it up. "Snap out of it Quinn." she scolded herself.