Secondhand Smoke [LGBTQ+]

Scene One, Eloise

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She doesn't tell.

Of anyone who has met Eloise, they know. The matters that sit behind her doe, blue eyes, or those that die on her cold, plump lips, are for an eternity bound to her physical being-because, as they say, she doesn't tell.

It has been good six months since her first day in the graduate school of the University of Melbourne, yet no one seems to have a clean grasp on her slimy persona; a mystery, still, even to the lecturers who have faced her dead in the eye every morning of every day. Eloise doesn't speak that much, and so the students have taken it upon themselves to create a personality for the Chinese Australian beaut.

She needs to get off her high horse, one says, briefly, as class ends.

Get a grip, Joan, says another, she might hear you.

She does-every word, in truth, as she sits only some chairs away.

But you're right, continues, she's an odd blow in that's for sure.

Eloise doesn't need to mind those things as she already has her hands full, so she proceeds to stand, prompting the group to turn their eyes on her as she leaves.

You're right, another one says, she is a weird one.