evelyn"Do you want to see a movie after?" Her eyes hardly left the plate to meet my own. As soon as they flickered past the yellow mess on her plate, they immediately fell back down. Her voice was mousy with shyness and lack of confidence.evelyn by the-marshmallow
"No." I replied in a stoic tone, though harsher than I intended. The raggedness of my voice from the lack of use seemed to frighten her, and she replied with a timid, "okay." She resumed toying with the unappealing dinner I had prepared for the both of us: omelettes. Any other woman would've laughed at the inadequate dinner made by my inept fingers and their cooking talent; or lack thereof.
Still, she smiled every time she took a bite of the undercooked and over-salted mess. She was a beautiful sight to see. She was always clean-cut and a modest dresser; today she sported dark blue denim jeans which clung to and hugged all her womanly curves and a deep pink cardigan with the zipper modestly pulled halfway up and the sleeves rolled.
Her hair was