The tick tick of the clock was as slow as ever , his anxious eyes kept darting to the girl and the clock , none of them made a move . The girl stretched forth her hand , " Julian?", she asked doubting.
" Your face ?"
" There's more to me than a face"
" Yet you are without one"
" Am I ?"
" You tell me , what does it look like?"
" Some words are better left unsaid"
" Your face is not a word now, is it ? A picture is worth more than a thousand words, am I right?"
"Am I to know that ?"
"Who are you?"
" You are not within the capacity to question me"
" Yet you are in my place, calling my name , without a face. I believe, I can question you, can't I ?"
" Are you this defensive?"
"Are you this offensive?"
" Hazel"
Julian responded with an arched brow "
Meaning?"
" My name , Hazel"
" And your face?"
"Can you not ask ?"
"You tell me"
Hazel looked around, Julian wasn't falling for plan , apparently, she hadn't expected to be countered so flawlessly.
A perfect escape showed up , it was midnight, or rather, his birthday.
" Happy birthday Julian"
Julian turned to the clock , it really is his birthday. His eyes darkened and when he turned back, she was gone. How?
A smile appeared on his lips , perhaps there is more to her than a face.
.......
" Hazel" he muttered silently .