Drenched Giveaway

Descriptive Tale

As she stood in the doorway I watched my roommate with a skeptical edge. She smiled an all too cheery smile for how mopey she’d been lately. Her hair was a damp tangle of unintentional and less than fashionable waves, which was no doubt a result of the current downpour outside. Her clothes were more than soaked, too much so for the distance she would have walked from the car to the department store- her alleged destination. I suspected she’d changed her route while in transit. My suspicion was confirmed once I looked twice at her eyes. Despite the rest of her disheveled outfit her mascara was flawless. It was more prominent than it had been when she’d left the house. Every eyelash was coated in midnight black, not one touching another in the slightest. Beyond the frame of her delicately fanned lashes I could see a difference in her eyes. Her typically standard blue irises were transformed into the most magnificent shade of aquamarine with a hint of violet and undeniable specks of gold. This swirl of colors wrapped vivaciously around the black holes that represented her pupils. The combination of her unnaturally vibrant eyes, freshly applied mascara, and carelessly drenched ensemble could only mean one thing: my robot of a roommate finally shed her well-deserved tears.