The Painting

''Hey," I greet them.

The scary looking one doesn't spare me a glance. The one with green eyes keeps talking, but the blue eyed one looks up at me for a second then back at his book.

He sort of does a double take and his eyes widen as he looks back up at me.

"Is this seat taken?'' I ask with a small smile.

Blue eyes elbows the other two and they look up at me, one with wide eyes and the other with a stone cold glare.

"Is she talking to us?" The green eyed mumbles, his wide eyes not leaving me.

''Uhhhhh did I say something wrong?" I raise my eyebrows, my small smile faltering.

''You're not supposed to be able to see us," the one with the cold glare mutters.

What???