She was wearing light makeup. Just enough to highlight her eyes, her cheekbones, the curve of her lips.
And on her feet? Simple white sandals that made her look like she was going to church ā or perhaps a date.
A date.
The word hung in my mind, strange and new.
“Oga,” she said, her voice shy ā actually shy, which was something I had never heard from her before, “is this okay?”
I stared at her for a moment too long.
“Inemesit,” I said, “you look…”
I searched for the right word.
š„šOGA I WAN KNACKš ā EPISODE TEN ā A DIFFERENT KIND OF FIRE šš„
