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The deep chestnut brown of her hair? Or the vibrant azure blue of the sea along the southern Italian coast?

As I imagine what it would be like if she were to look at me, I feel that I can't leave until I know the answer. "Who are you?" I ask, surprised by my own thoughts.

The stranger's eyelids flutter. Her eyelashes rise and fall gently, like feathers in a barely perceptible breeze.

I'm captivated. I should say something.

Yes, that would be good. But what?

"Are you okay?" What a foolish question. Of course, she's okay. Besides, she might not even understand Italian. Why am I speaking such nonsense?

Suddenly, she opens her eyes and gazes directly at me.

My heart skips a beat.

The mystery of the stranger, which I was so eager to unravel, is solved.

And the answer is a breathtaking sea green.