Green
Lucien stared at Jean with the strangest expression. His mouth hung open, his jaw slack. He gazed at her in pure awe.
"What are you doing?" she asked sharply, feeling mildly embarrassed to have her employer look at her that way.
He blinked as her voice jolted him back to reality. "Your eyes. They're green."
"Oh, are they?" She smiled softly. He had noticed her eyes.
"I thought they were blue."
"Sometimes they are. They change, I think. Sometimes they look green or blue or gray or some sort of combination."
Lucien nodded. "That means you're very sensitive."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Your eyes, I mean. The pupils react to light, some more so than others. The iris, the colored part of the eye, expands and contracts with the level of pupil dilation, and the color can change as a result."
Jean gave a satisfied nod. "How interesting. I've always wondered how that worked."
He continued, "Some people notice that emotions change the color. Which may be accurate. Emotions can affect physiology. Have you ever noticed a difference?" He had now fallen headlong into the scientific curiosity of it all.
"I didn't even know my eyes were green today. I don't pay much attention," Jean admitted.
"Well then perhaps I'll have to pay attention. See what color your eyes are when your mood changes."
Jean wanted to say that he barely noticed when her mood changed at all, so how would he possibly remember to look at her eyes? But she stayed quiet. And she kept to herself the guilty hope that he would pay more attention. She liked it when her blue eyes looked into hers. Blue, green, gray, turquoise, whatever.