I woke up in the morning with swollen eyes and dark circles, looking quite ugly.
I put on a skirt and went downstairs to buy breakfast, and was startled by Zoe Ferrandi, who sat on his motorcycle honking at me.
I walked over, shielding my eyes with my hands.
"What are you doing here so early?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'm telling you, the train tickets are bought, we're leaving Friday night. Why are you covering your eyes?"
"Couldn't you have just called? How much were they? Zoe, I'll give it to you when I go upstairs later."
"Why are you covering your eyes?"
"The sun's too strong, and my eyes are sore."
He followed me to the restaurant, an unexpected guest, and I even had to buy his share of the breakfast.
I ate my breakfast quietly, but still, inadvertently, he noticed my eyes.
"Why are they so severe? Did you get that from falling off your skateboard?"
"Where could I fall that would affect my eyes? Watch it or I'll toss you into a teacup and drown you."
"You're so fierce."
