I Fell in Love with Hope - Lancali

Yellow.
Her hair is yellow. Not blonde or flaxen, yellow. Like dandelions and
lemons. The color crowds dark roots just enough that you know it’s a
choice, framing her face with the glasses perched on her nose. The
eyes behind them flicker and I can hardly breathe when they land on
me.
“Eric!” Sony spreads her arms and legs out as if it’s possible to
conceal foaming beer bottles and cigarette stench by puffing her
feathers. “Would it help if I told you your shoes are just stunning!”
While still holding the door open, Eric makes a throat-cutting motion
across his neck. Sony promptly shuts up in response.
“Hikari,” Eric sighs, “This is Neo, Sony, C, and Sam.”
Hikari.
Does Hikari know she has suns in her eyes?
“Hey there!” Sony yells, waving with an open mouth while C waves
more subtly, and Neo just nods his chin.
“Hi,” Hikari says. Her voice is liquid, streaming, sultry and cool like
shade spooling over the edge of her mouth on a hot day.
“Wow,” Sony says, making her way into Hikari’s personal space.
“You’re pretty.”
“Sony,” Eric scolds.
“It’s fine,” Hikari says, like she’s amused, enchanted even by Sony’s
enchantment with her.
“Are you fun?” Sony asks. “You seem fun.”
“I like to think so.”