“Your eyes are beautiful…”
She laughed hard – “flirting, huh?”
“What if I say yes?”
“You haven’t seen my face yet…”
She turned around; I held her hand – “Show itthen…get rid of the mask.”
“What if the face behind it doesn’t meet your expectations?” She retorted.
“It won’t matter…”
“Then don’t see it…”
I sighed – “How will I find you if I wish to see you again?”
Not caring to reply, she slipped into her car; “You’ll miss your flight…” She shouted.
Isat besideher silently.
I hardly knew this girl sitting behind the wheel, drivingme to the airport. Two days back when I met her at a themed party, she had this mask on like everybody else. She was the most lively girl I’d ever met.
We spent the whole night talking onthe beach; she wasn’t just another girl. She did everythingin her own queer way. I didn’t…
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