The girl winked
The girl winked at me as she walked past. I was standing at a bus stop, waiting for the bus to come by. She had just passed by me on the other side of the street and I could see her face clearly in the morning light. She had long brown hair that fell down to her shoulders, and her eyes were a deep green color. I watched as she walked over to a building with an apartment on top of it.
When she reached the building she turned around and waved at me again, then walked inside. The door closed behind her, and I felt like someone had just taken a piece of my heart with them.
The girl winked at me. She was wearing a white blouse and blue jeans, and she looked as though she was about to leave the house.
I waved back, then turned to my friend. "Do you know her?"
"No," he said. "But I've seen her around here before."
"Do you think she's cute?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "I guess so."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked him, smiling.
He grinned back at me. "She has nice eyes," he said quickly, then looked around as if someone might be listening in on our conversation.
The girl winked at me. I wasn't sure if she was telling me to go away or asking me to stay, but it was enough of a hint that I stepped into the room and sat down on the couch.
"Hi," she said. "I'm sorry about all this."
"Don't be," I said. "I told you, I'm not the one who did anything wrong."
She looked at me for a moment, then smiled. "Well, maybe not." She paused for breath and took a sip from her water bottle before continuing. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that we're both in trouble here."
"If you mean that my mother is going to kill me when she finds out what happened..."
"No!" She laughed nervously, like someone who's just been told something funny by a stranger on the bus. "No, no, no! This isn't about your mother! It doesn't have anything to do with her at all."
"Then what?"
She sighed and looked away from me for a moment before answering. When she turned back towards me again her eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty; they were so dark they almost seemed black rather than blue or grey
The girl winked at me, and I said, "I don't think so."
She winked at me again, this time with the same look of incredulity she'd worn when I told her my name.
"It's not that," I said. "I just don't believe in ghosts."
The girl looked disappointed and let out a small sigh. She looked down at her shoes and shrugged, then looked back up at me. "You're not exactly what I expected," she said.
"Oh?" I asked, confused.
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