I took the seat across from her,
she sat still, but smiled,
she had on watermelon earrings,
and her nails were red, like her lipstick.
I wondered why she was so “done up”
and I couldn’t help but stare.
I feared she would notice though,
so I looked down at the glass in front of her,
with the red liquid,
she told me what it was like five times,
but I couldn’t make it out,
and I just stared at her ruby-red lips,
as she mouthed the words over and over,
and I felt my heart skip a beat.