16

I looked at her and saw black pants and a large white sweatshirt hiding her body. Her face so white that I was taken aback a little as I was expecting it to be rather white and here, in person, my prediction was a shameful understatement. All I could think about for a brief moment was the contrast of her red lipstick, which always slightly constricts my lungs upon first notice, against her white cheeks. They look much thinner - her cheeks, and I would notice this constantly through out the night and think that she looks like she's aged a bit. I immediately accepted her smile by giving her one of my own.