She looked at me, soft brown hazel eyes, full of curiosity yet shrouded with a thin layer of doubt and uncertainty. Hurt, despair and pure innocence. Eyes that could tell you a far greater story than her lips ever would. Eyes which held the innocence of youth yet the suffering of many. Eyes which I could get lost in for years and years. I could feel myself beginning to get lost in them now, in fact I cou-

"You hungry? Because I am."

Christ. She never ceases to amaze me this one.