Harley shook her head and stared into her now empty cup of tea. "I'm no one special. And my name is never more than a footnote in the news. I'm a nobody in art and in the papers. You'd have better luck going to one of the galleries around town and finding a real artist. That is the kind of interview you need." She sighed sadly and looked out the window. She was lost deep in her own thoughts. It didn't matter how this one stranger saw her. To the rest of the world, she was invisible. She had never sold a single photo, so how could anyone think she was any good?