Fishing for Compliments

- 'Well...' she began, eyes searching my face, 'What do you think?'

- 'I don't know what to say... no, really!' A safe-ish answer.

- ' Do you like them, though?' Pressing me for some sort of committed reply.

Truth was - I wasn't sure. I had liked the way they were before. I'm no great fan of artifice. They seemed unreal, especially with her olive skin and dark,sheeny hair.

- ' I think they'll take some getting used to... they're certainly striking.'

She pouted a little.

- 'I did it for you, you know: I know it's what you northern Europeans like...'

Maybe some, not me. She was perfect in her natural state, as different from me as a fish from a bird.

She was angry now.

'You bastard, you ungrateful English Bastard! They cost me a lot of money!'

I shrugged, it was a lot of fuss about tinted contact lenses.