Her eyes are dragon-like, green slits with an uncanny gaze. “Hi,” I whisper.
“Why are you whispering?” she asks. I’m staring at her lips, terrified that at any moment they’ll release a flame.
“You scare me sometimes.” I shake my head. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”
“Don’t apologize.” She laughs. “Well what about me scares you?” Her skin seems to be glinting, like a scale would.
I swallow again. “It’s your face.”
“Yeah. It’s really stupid, but sometimes I think you look like a dragon.” I glance down, just in time to watch her hand unfurl into a talon.