As I approached, nibbling on Danish and sipping on the coffee, Jeanie watched me with wide, eager eyes. Her hair was now pixie-short, spiked up on top, and much lighter. It had tendrils hanging a little longer over her eyes, each one dipped in crimson. She'd also added a few more ear, nose and eyebrow piercings. She looked nothing like the Jeanie I once knew. Maybe in the face—her features—but she had done her make-up all different too. Her eyes were kohled heavily, and the crimson lipstick was striking against that porcelain skin. Jeanie had never worn that color lipstick, ever. When human, she'd said jokingly that it made her look too much like a w***e. I got that her mother was more behind this choice than Jeanie was. I watched the tip of a pink tongue part those ruby lips as if in anti
