the feeling of eyes boring into her back, her head, into her own eyes and her lips and every other part of her is so familiar it might as well be a part of her. yet the one who the eyes belong to is something somewhat different. for a moment helen is taken aback by the fact the gaze isn’t connected to a man with a leer and a sweetless smile on his lips. pale pink lips part for a moment in something akin to surprise as she takes in the girl’s flush, the embarrassed look at being caught with eyes focused on helen.
“oh. it’s...okay.”
a small smile tilts the edges of her lips upwards in a pretty curve for a moment, one hand tucking strands of hair behind an ear. to outright state that she’s used to it would sound cocky or flippant, no doubt, so the woman settles into silence with that small smile still carved into ivory flesh.