Coconut Grove dard-e-dil

her voice turned his ears, and he smiled, pivoting to face her. nothing in particular, he said easily, rolling his shoulders and beginning to walk her way. i was looking for you, though. govinda stopped within a tail-length of hamartia, gazing down at her small frame, those cool eyes. how are you? he asked.

her eyes were cold--too cold. it made him wonder what she had seen, and why. maybe he was reading too much into nothing.