Boy in store
Flaming red hair. A small mouth, until he smiled; then it lit up his whole face. Skin so milky white it looked as though he could burn in a cool breeze.
Woman in restaurant
She stared down at her plate as though it was her broken, twitching heart sitting there instead of cold roast beef. Using her fork to move the pieces around so that they might bear some semblance of a whole.
Man behind woman in the restaurant
He pushed the chopsticks together on his plate, moving with the deliberate and calculated precision of a blind man – and he did seem blind. It was the way he peered down through fluttering eyelashes, eyes almost shut.