[Jess]

There is a way she moves that with no effort, parts a sea of bodies to make way for her safe passage.
There is a way she breathes in the scent of a flower or a spice she is trying to identify.
There is a way her hand moves slowly over a favored fabric.
There is a way she will look once at me then take a second look holding her stare until I know she sees not only into me but through me.
There is a smile that radiates the room then upon realizing her own power will glance away with a soft knowing blush.
There is a way she will trace the line of her jaw with a rose petal.
There is a way she will begin to sing softly to her favorite song when she thinks I can't hear.

There are ways between us that have no language or need of it. There is a dance that while I may ask for, she has already chosen the music for.

Yes, there are things that let us know she is OFOS. These are a few of what I recognize.