“Are those…flowers in your hair?”
The question is posed innocently by a long haired man with a hat on, a guitar case over his shoulder. He seems…a little sleepy, somehow, but his eyes are focused.
“First time I’ve ever seen somethin’ like that that’s not in a picture. Groovy.” As if temporarily aware of his own awkwardness, he then clarifies himself with a sheepish smile. “It looks nice.”
(From Davey! @rubysramblers)
Weary hues adjust their focus , drawn from her maladaptive daydreaming by the male's voice . How long she'd been like this god knows , but clearly the environment is responsible . Maybe she shouldn't have ventured here without Spud . Sure the mall has lots to do , but it's incredibly overwhelming for someone who hadn't set foot in one for almost three years .
Oh yeah , the flowers . . .
A subtle graze over one adorning her left ear follows the soft 'oh' from the cherub , lips drawing a more visible smile as she speaks .
❝ Merci. . . forgot I still had them . ❞