“Do you?”
“Yes, they are so calm, so quiet. Such a lovely blue.”
“But they are dark brown.”
“Oh, then your dress does not match?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“But what does that matter? They are such lovely brown eyes. And sometimes they light up and burn, perhaps?”
“How do you mean?”
“Well . . . But have you ever been in love?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe they are burning now?”