Robin Goodfellow

His mouth turned up again but it wasn’t mean or even funny. But nice. She could see the angles of his face better now. They weren’t too sharp, his nose wasn’t really big, it was smooth and thin. His shoulders weren’t to wide they made him look strong. “I’m sorry Liv. I can’t really tell you.” He stepped forward his gate smooth. “But I wanted to make sure you were happy. You didn’t look happy back there.”

Memories pounded in her head, a flash of his eyes made her refocus again on them. But they were still brown, but not plain mud brown, they were a light golden brown with splashes of blue. She‘d never seen a dichromatic in both eyes. But the more she stared the more the blue appeared until it took over half of his eyes. She wanted to ask but instead she said. “I’m never happy. But it doesn’t matter. Why do you care if I‘m happy?”

He stood towering over her narrowing his eyes like he was thinking. “You’ve done something that no human in a thousand years has done, my dearest Olivia.”

“What’s that?” She was looking at his eyes now. She felt oddly safe looking at them, like it didn’t matter about confrontation. It didn’t really register that he’d called her a human until he answered.

“Intrigued me.” He took her hand and placed his hand on her waist like they were about to dance. And suddenly soft music came from the shadows and when he moved she moved with him. She didn’t even know how to dance, she wasn’t the type to just burst into dance in the middle of her high school. That was something they only did in the movies.

Her feet moved without her telling them to, it was like a dream. The feeling of being so light without a worry in the world, swept over her. “Wait, what do you mean no human in a thousand years? I mean you’re human…” She swallowed. “Aren’t you?”