Isn't it strange that she reminds you of someone you've never met before. So silent and full of storms. There's something violent in the quiet of her eyes. Two coals that look like they're crying at the sun. Her smile has a frown in it and the way she scoffs at tall talk tells she's either hard or critical of happiness. People are talking and glasses are clinking and the diner is spinning but the rock of the world was founded securely on her freckled cheek. You asked her name and she took your hand, wrote down CAROLINE in bold black marker. "You know. So you won't forget again." She had said and the coals flashed a cool grin. She liked to bite at heels. You could play that game. If you had a tail it would have been wagging.
Her laugh was magic.