Chloe
"What would you like?"
The little girl sitting in the chair in front of me waiting to get her face painted looks so nervous she could vomit all over my shoes. I know the feeling, kiddo.
"I don’t know."
"Well, what kinds of things do you like?"
"I like, um, swimming and turquoise."
Good. A color is something I can work with. Albeit a very specific color. "Turquoise, huh?"
"Mm hmm." She nods her head quickly and her eyes, the same color that she just told me she loves, twinkle at me.
"Okay then. I think I have an idea. What’s your name?"
"Hillary."
"Hillary, I’m Chloe."
"I know." I can’t remember introducing myself at the beginning so I’m not sure how she knows my name, unless she overheard someone else mention it.
She bites her lip and never takes her eye off me in the mirror. "I like your costume."
That gets her attention back on me. And a beaming smile. "Fanks. My mommy made it."