Reflected through her eyes

Gilda

She really freaks me out!
She could tell I was nervous so easily!
I just looked at my friends for awhile,
wondering why they were so mean to Rita.
I turn to see Rita mess around with her bangs almost absently, examining  the fluffy locks of hair that always hung unevenly in her face.
And I just looked her up and down, examining her attire.
She wore her coat with a long back that reached the ground and short front that stops just above her waist.
She wore a boot on her non injured leg, it was like a high heel but the entire sole of the boot was about four inches high and looked metallic. She also wore boot cut jeans that appeared to be worn out and a black sweater with a blue turtleneck collar.
A very dark contrast to my high heel wedges pink t-shirt shorts and silver earrings.
We really were opposites in nearly every way.
"So any ideas?" Rita suddenly said
"About what?" I asked, watching her brush her hand back through her hair.
"Dying my hair, do you think I should?" She looked at me with a small smile.
I looked at her pitch black hair. It was very fluffy looking and although It was shorter than her shoulder, it appeared longer with the way it curled out at the back.
"I don't know" I said honestly
"What colors are you thinking?"
Rita looked up as if in thought.
"Just a color that goes with anything, I don't want a color like green, red or maroon."
I thought.
Black went with every thing but she wanted to dye it.
"White goes with every thing" I whispered.
I'd never seen anyone dye their hair white.
Most people try avoiding that color getting into their hair.
"White sounds cool."
I looked up, surprised that she even gave it any thought.
I look up and she's smiling at me.
I imagine her with white hair, and almost start giggling because I can't seem to see her with that color.
"Yeah, I guess that would be cool!" I say, laughing.
And she laughs too leaning back in her chair and brushing her hair with her hand.
"White hair it is!" She announces.