Steam fogged the man’s round glasses. For an hour, he’d stared at Hannah from across the room.
She turned from the register to Jill, who was twisting a strand of her hair around her finger like it was the only thing in the universe.
“Cover for a minute.”
“Uh huh,” Jill murmured.
Hannah stormed over to the man. “What are you looking at?”
“If I knew what you were, I wouldn’t be looking.”
“What I am?”
“You’re not human,” he said. “Not with an aura like that. Like the smell of fresh stardust or the colour of heartbreak.”
Hannah sighed. “So you’re just crazy. Of course you are.”
“You didn’t know.” Swirling eyes like nebulae glistened behind his glasses. “I am terribly sorry.”
“Just crazy,” she muttered.
She ignored the feeling of a thousand fluttering butterflies in her blood and the whispering song of an endless sea in her head.
Word Count: 150
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and shivamt25 for providing the prompt photo!