She sat in front of me, hair tumbling from her ponytail, rust coloured and soft, her blue eyes glistening in the dull light.
“I like Fennel…the flowers…you know the flowers?” She said, looking me straight in the eyes. I nod in response, not wanting to move, and disturb the air which stilled just for us.
“They are said to symbolise…what is the word…compliments? No…” She moves closer, her brow furrowed deep in thought, “…love…no, that’s the Rose.”
My mind started softening, and the tightness that had grown in my chest like weeds over the past weeks seemed to fade in that moment.
Ever since the start, she seemed to have that starry effect on me. Even on the first day we met, something drew me to her. She was new, and I was not, yet she drew me to her, and not the other way around. Not in the cliché way these things usually happened.
“Fennel…that’s it! Fennel for flattery…for compliments too I guess.” She spoke in a soothing voice, smooth like peanut butter cookies and warm like tea on a rainy day.
She leant forward, her nose almost brushing mine, her creamy skin looked so even and her eyes stood out like flowers in the grass. She took a piece of my hair in her long fingers, her hand hesitating for a moment.
“And they suit your hair colour so well.”
Every inch of my body felt like a magnet was pulling me towards her.
There was a loud crash behind us and shouts of laughter. We pulled apart and she dropped my hair. I turned and looked at my other friends who had been sitting behind us chatting the whole time. One of them dropped their lunch. I turned back around, rolling my eyes.
“And that’s how you have to act in your English drama” She said, immediately snapping back to real life, as if nothing had happened at all, “Make the audience feel the emotion. If they feel it, they’ll take the message”
I nodded, trying to quench the disappointment that had risen, and the stars that I had during the act. I sighed. I didn’t need to act to feel the stars. For me, they were real.
I just wished they were for her too.