Eva. The one who ran off without a wave. The one who is a Greenie. My best friend. That I don't want to see. I turn around, acting like I didn't see her, and set my bagel down. I try to walk as fast as possible, walk, not run, The Watchers will be notified if I run. I'm at the elevator when a wave of realization apparently hits her. She squeals in a voice an octave higher than what I knew, and lets out many rushed "Adelias!". I hear heels click-clacking my way. I brace myself before I turn around. It's definitely Eva Frost. Same long, brown hair and big, blue eyes. There's something different about her, and I don't take long to figure it out. She's gorgeous. She was always a pretty Small, or what we were before we were tattooed, even more so than me, but now, now she's breathtaking. Her hair cascades from her scalp, as if it was a chocolate waterfall, frozen in mid-air. Her eyes look fuller, the irises seem to have expanded,and gotten more ice blue than I remember. Her lips are an unnatural shade of pink, but, that could just be the lipstick she's wearing, to go with all that makeup. Wait, makeup? Eva's never tried to look pretty before. New guys in Paradox maybe...? She's definitely grown. I can tell she got taller, even with heels on. My head has to tilt up to look her in her eyes. She smiles lightly. "Hey Addy." She says with a smug expression. "Hey Eva." I say, not wanting to use her nickname. She gives me a disapproving look. "You're really pretty." I say with a hint of jealousy. She smiles and bats her seemingly synthetic eyelashes. "Thank you." "So, Addy, how's Shadrax?" She says, and I can tell she's trying to act superior. "Fine, actually. Hope you enjoy all your stuff in Paradox we make for you." In one swift motion her claw like hands are cupping my chin. She tilts my head up so she can see me. "Don't be jealous, honey." she purrs. She rolls up her fine pink cotton sleeve. Yes, it's a butterfly. She points at it and traces the green ink with her manicured nails. "I got this tattoo for a reason, Adelia." Her voice is now cold, but still has that purr. "I was graced with green. You were forced to don black. It's nothing personal. I'm just better than you." With all my strength, I stomp her foot. She releases me, shocked. I turn and run. Before I know it, I'm back in her grasp. She whispers in my ear: "We're watching you Adelia." And turns to leave.
