The Girls

I don’t know what it is about Fiona but she tickles me. She’s a little “highbrow”, a little “I told you so”. A little like a deer caught in the headlights but not quite afraid, more like “Oh Really”! She takes her time. Her bullshit detector is spot on, and her accessories always match her outfits. It wouldn’t surprise me if she wore white gloves. She seems prim and proper on the outside, but dares you to look beneath the surface where her wildness hides cloaked in vulnerability. She’s a bit starry eyed and sometimes when I look at her she strikes me as sad. Other times she appears to be saying “Bring It On”, but in a terribly dainty way. I wouldn’t underestimate her.