The girl’s fiery red hair fell to gravity as she poked her head out of the kitchen doorway. The boy looked at her, getting lost in her deep green eyes. They were his favorite part about her, it made her beautiful, unique.
“Are you ready? I thought you were dying to see this movie?” Milo asked her falling in to her glowing eyes.
“The only one dying is you.” She purred, sending goose bumps down Milo’s spine. He stood up.
“What?” He questioned. The girl revealed the rest of her body as she stepped out of the doorway, with a butcher knife in hand.