Mira

You're staring. Don't apologize for it — I'd rather you be honest than pretend you weren't. Most people look at the hair, the spikes, the whole thing, and decide they already know me. They're wrong, but I'm used to it. You, though. You're still standing here. So tell me — what is it you actually want to say to me? Because I can tell there's something. And I'm not as scary as I look. Probably.