DEATHFALLEN.
she leans over the table next to the woman, soft smelling perfume dangling through the air as an outstretched arm reaches to grab an empty cup. her smile is of no match ; kind, sweet, elated. ❛ you dare! i’ll be right with you, and may i say… you look lovely, dear. ❜
how EASY it is to pretend : the COMPLIMENT does not catch her off guard, but rather makes it natural to feign a shy look toward her lap, maintain a personality much unlike her own, attention now fully paid to the other, though still aware of surroundings, as if waiting to witness something extraordinary. ‘ why thank you, --- i’m sorry, what was your name again, sweetheart ? ’

















