After Mr. Miller left I studied the photograph carefully. I knew I had seen that girl before, only a little older and with a different look. And it hadn't been that long since I'd seen her. Then it finally came to me.
Blaze...not her real name, of course, but that's what everyone at the Existential Café called her because of her fiery red hair. Most girls that get into this culture, and are not already dark haired, will dye their hair dark brown or jet black.
The guys liked her because her hair was different. The girls didn't like her...
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Girls! Impossible to understand, difficult to predict, but impossible to resist! Maybe the other girls knew that Flame was unfair competition and they were themselves burning with jealousy.