When the play ended, Vivian sat in her place frozen as if she had turned into a wax statue and it was only when Leonard called her did the wax meltdown, bringing her back to the world.
"Shall we?" he asked her, his red eyes stared into her black ones. No hint of any emotion there while Vivian's was swirling in a mixer of a tornado. Not able to get the words, she nodded her head. Opening the latch of the door, "Let's go back," he said but then heard her speak.
"Wait!"
He turned around to look over his shoulder where she stood in place with both her hands which held together in front of her chest. Turning to face her completely, he waited for her to speak but she didn't. Leonard could see that she was nervous. Nervous and shy. Dressed in the finest clothing he had ordered for, Vivian looked as beautiful as a doll could come.
