Patrick tried to add a saunter to his step as he walked up behind the disregarded mop of mahogany hair he knew so well. This was his moment to hit it of with Elsie. He fished for some words… a well-phrased compliment perhaps, “You have a really pretty hair colour.” Shit. Elsie did not look up from her mound of cafeteria food.
“It’s not my natural colour.” She huffed into her lunch. Patrick could work with that.
“Well… you have great taste in hair dye.”
“I know.” Elsie rose from her chair, it’s legs jangling across the floor, walked through Patrick and deposited her food in the bin, glared at some Year 7’s and exited the building all without looking at Patrick once.
Patrick got the feeling that Elsie knew about more than just her knack for hair dye.
