She squinted back. "Nope," she said, after staring for a moment. Her eyes peeked from behind slightly parted bangs, slowly blinking. Sometimes it could take me awhile to figure out if I was into a girl, but there was a special sort of eyes that could do it for me immediately, those big, round eyes. I think the most important part, though, was their gleam, their sparkling luster. I made an uncertain hum, which made her speak again.
"Why don't you take it? Whoever put this bowl here these probably wasn't trying to kill anyone."
My eyes snapped back to hers, and I could feel her staring back. Like that feeling of being watched, but compounded, as if our eyes were mirrors, bouncing energy between each other.

That feeling of being watched, by the way, is my religion. It's more of an acknowledgement of some deep undercurrent to the universe than anything I ever read in the Bible. As far as I'm concerned, the god in the Bible was a scoundrel, hardly of this earth. Look at Job. Look at page 3, Genesis: God wanted us to be stupid, witholding the Tree of Knowledge. I just couldn't buy it. The fact that everyone just went along with this really bothered me sometimes.

We were still staring at each other when I slapped the underside of my pill-bearing palm with the other, sending the pill straight into my mouth. When I was younger I'd do that with M&Ms. Her eyes widened a bit, and that stared-at feeling flared up once more before fading, and I felt a tugging somewhere inside of me. She smiled for a moment, ever so slightly, before delicately placing hers on the edge of her tongue and swallowing it.

"That's that!" I said.