"She's beautiful," she said.
"Yes. But her eyes are so dark," he said.
"That's the best part. A woman who wears eyeliner is a woman who has something to hide. Isn't that rather dirty?"
"Oh really? You're wearing eyeliner. What's your secret?"
She caught the woman's eye and smiled at her, flirting. She would walk to her in a minute, whisper something in french in her ear and take her home. The woman was reading Rimbaud, she had to. "If I told you, I would have to go wash my face, now wouldn't I?"