VII | Intruder

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'What's wrong with him?'
A female voice.

'Dunno. He's been like that since two days ago.'
A male voice.

I scowl. 'What do you mean like that?'

Ming jabs his finger at thin air:
'See, see, see!'

'You're so irritable,' Kumar explains.

Nobody asked.
(Fine, i did.)

'It's been a year since I've seen you,'
the female voice says again.

I look up.

She looks familiar.
Lots of girls are familiar.

She elbows Ming out of the way and sits opposite me.

'Why are you so mad?'

She has hazelnut eyes and milk chocolate skin,
lips shiny with gloss.

She flicks her head (a tic, i guess).
Her ponytail sweeps the air
like some kind of dance.

I remember.

'Nora.'

I smile and sit upright.
'Haven't seen you since last day of school.'

'Are you surprised I'm here?'
She rests her chin on her upturned palms,
looking right at me.

'People keep saying I look like a polytechnic kid.'

Her fingers are slender,
highlighted by clear polish.

Why do girls like their fingers sparkly?

I recall Rowan's hand in my mind,

the back of her hand
wiping her mouth,
glaring at me.

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