‘Sane.’ She said eventually.
The pause made the word flop awkwardly into the space between us, like a fish reluctantly flailing, kidding itself it could survive in the barrel of the boat.
But then she smiled and I found myself looking up at her face.
Her lips were full and dark, curved into a pleasant smile that gently flickered at the corners of her eyes. It was obvious that the smile was forced but I didn’t mind. I appreciated the effort. I found her determination charming.
Her eyes were simple. Big with short lashes, the dark iris slipped into the pitch black pupil without any notice. She blinked like camera shutters flicking open and closed as she scanned the room, scanned me. It was brief but deliberate and I knew she was seeing more than I meant to show her.