Berlin Alexanderplatz - pg. 359

In front of Aschinger's, on the side facing a photographer's place, he sees little Mieze standing there on the Alex. Franz takes his stand on the other side, in front of the fence around the construction work, and watches her a long while from behind. She walks to the corner, Franz follows her with his eyes. It's a decisive moment, it's a turning point. His feet start to move. He sees her in profile, at the corner. How small she is! She is wearing saucy brown shoes. Watch out, now somebody's going to pick her up soon. That little blunt nose o' hers! She's looking around. Yes, I came from over there, from Tietz's, but she didn't see me. One of Aschinger's breadwagons is standing in the way. Franz walks along the fence as far as the corner, where the sand-heaps are; they're mixing cement. Now she'll be able to see him, but she doesn't look his way. An elderly gentleman keeps on ogling her, she looks past him and wanders towards Loesser & Wolff's. Franz crosses over to the other side. He keeps ten steps behind her, lingering in the offing. It is a sunny July day, a woman offers him a nosegay for sale, he gives her 20 pfennings and holds the flowers in his hand, but still doesn't come any nearer. Not yet. But the flowers have a nice smell; she put some in the room today, and a canary cage, and some drinks, as well.

[Notes: The way the narrative anchor moves in this passage from global to personal to global to the last line to personal again]