"I ain't sayin she a gold digger..."
Yellow hair. Pink lips. Slender frame. Bitch.
Larxene.
That's her name. It rolls off your tounge like acid. You say it again.
Acid.
She walks by. You don't move. She's intimidating, so you sink back into the wall. You do what you do best.
Observe.
She doesn't look at you. She doesn't notice you. You look at her. You notice her.
Need.
You bump into her. Accidentally, of course. She hisses and you apologize. She looks surprised and mumbles a few words of her own. She leaves.
Hope.
She bumps into you. You smile. She catches it and asks your name.
Namine.
That's your name. It beads up and falls off her tounge. She says it again.