The girl’s head swiveled to stare at me. I twitched at the sight of those voluminous eyes engrossed on me.
“Did you” she began then stopped to shake her head before starting again, “Did you just-”
“Speak,” I said, cutting her off. “I guess I can talk.”
The girl bolted up, her knees striking the suitcase, and knocking it over.
“But. It’s. You,” the girl said struggling to establish a sentence,but not knowing where to begin and what to say.
She hugged herself tight as if realizing for the first time that it it chilly. Her wide eyes were growing wider, if that’s possible.
She then tilts her head back and bellowed a laugh.
I took a step back from her. I knew she was mad.
“Am I talking to-” she broke off into another fit of laughter.
I stood my ground and sharply spit out, “Yes, you are talking to a-”
