Liquorice

2.Roses

*Andrea's POV*

"Nice outfit."I said, admiring the girl's leather jacket, her oversized white button-up, her baggy black jeans and her combat boots. 

She had skin like ivory: smooth and pale, with cold undertones, complimenting her forest green eyes and regal, doll-like features .

"Thanks. It's girly and pink-toned,like most of my wardrobe."she said, her raspy voice dripping with sarcasm.

The girl was definitely a smoker, I could hear it in the way she formed her words.

She reminded me a little of myself,when I used to wear biker attire.

"How old are you?

"16."

"You're beautiful, did you know that?"

She blushed and lowered her gaze. 

"My eyes are up here."I said, lifting her chin up to eye level.

She was tall, about 6 feet, but my heels made me the same height as her.

Color had stained her pale complexion.
Red flowers.
Roses.

"Never do that again. Take a compliment. Especially one from another woman."

"Yes ma'am"she chuckled, her exquisite lips trembling slightly with emotion.

She gazed at me like she was seeing me clearly for the first time. There was a sort of hungry infatuation in her eyes. She had a kind of masculine, rugged feel about her, a nameless trait that made her different. She was like the female James Dean.

"I....I should go..."

"Yes. But first. I think I've lost my phone number. May I have yours?"

She rolled her eyes at me ,then rummaged in her pocket and got out a cigarette, then took a pen from the table and wrote something on it.

"There. But why would you want my number?"

"Because you intrigue me, Child of The New Age."

She nodded,very slowly. 

"I'm an open book, no clue what you're intrigued about. Anyway, I'll go now, there are others waiting."she said, adressing the line that had formed behind her  without my noticing. She looked over me one last time then turned and went out the door, leaving me to tend to all the other faceless girls and women, each of them less unique and misty-eyed than the girl who had left.