"She's so pale."
"Her lipstick is so dark..."
"It reminds me of wine."
Mary Jane heels tapped rhythmically on the marble flooring, long legs carrying the tempo. "Her eyes are so bright."
"Yeah, but her eye makeup is so dark."
"Teal surrounded by dark, huh?"
Wide hips swayed and large breasts bounced, long fingers gripped her bag tightly in one hand, a sheet of paper in the other. "She must be new-but she's not in uniform." "Her hair is so long, how does she manage it?"
"It's white...Why did she bleach it, I wonder?"
The footsteps stopped and pin straight white hair swished as the tall woman turned her head to look at the cluster of girls. "Excuse me." Her voice was ruch, husky-yet had a feminine tone. A trained ear could tell it was a singer's voice. "I'm searching for someone." The group of girls, still staring at the semi-frightening vision of beauty blinked. "I need to find Fujioka Haruhi."