She Looked Like Music

"Hi," she whispered. Something in her voice was off. A lisp, a quietness, a feeling I just could not place. I cautiously turned my head.
We made eye contact, but this wasn't like last night. We were in plain sight, like a fish out of water. Her eyes were blue. Like ice blue, piercing into my soul from across a room. Up close, her eyes had green around the insides, circling her pupil. I could see every shimmer in them from the dim classroom lights. Almost like I couldn't tell where happiness began, and blue ended. If that makes sense.
"Hi, I never got your name last night," I asked her. She looked at me as if I was insane. Suddenly, a look of recognition came over her face. She pointed to her ears.
Oh.
That's why she didn't hear me call out last night.
She's deaf.