As the cloak turned two
Sunlight kissed the person next to me
Lighting his body with its glory.
Awkward smiles pasted on that stranger's face.
I peaked at those raised eyebrows so dense in pure horror.
Then started guessing the last time he saw himself in a mirror.
The doubt didn't last long though!
The constant approaches to straighten those hairs standing in protest showed he cared way more about his looks.
Just not the eyebrows part!

And somehow he always wore pink.
Not that men cannot wear whatever they think.
Don't you get it!
Same color everyday is boring?
Anyway
His irritating act of ignoring
Made him a perfect target for my daily gossiping.
Oh mostly those deadly eyebrow stole the discussion.

Then came the day!
When I had him as a partner.
Oh the joy of talking with Mr. Scary Eyebrows!...