"What are you working on, Alex?"
She's in her tunnel again, spray painting a pair of blue-grey eyes that she knows so well and has been sneaking glances at for the past seven months.
"It's…nothing," she says, blushing.
"Who is he?"
"He's no one."
Ben probably won't believe that. "Of course he's someone. If you care about him enough to memorize what his eyes look like." She wishes he would stop prying. It's no one's business whose eyes she can't get out of her head. I mean. She'd be this defensive if it was anyone else, right?
Or maybe she doesn't want anyone to know that, yes, her brother is someone, and yes, she's spray painting his eyes on the side of a tunnel, and yes, it's been seven months since she realized she was in love with her brother.