Like the flower

He flushes the toilet. His personal whirlpool. He plops down on the couch; notices he didn't wash his hands. Door bell rings.

Who are you?

I'm Audrey.

Audrey who.

Audrey Petunia, like the flower.

Is it a pretty flower?

She took the flower that was placed in her hair and examined it, making sure her response was accurate, and only to give the response after she had observed the subject and drawn her conclusion.

Not really.

They stared at each other...for a very long passage of time, through the crack in the door. Long relative to the norm. She was quite beautiful. Beautiful relative to the norm. Her eyes glowed a strange green, and then blue, and then grey. She probably wasn't human, but he was lonely these days. Lonely relative to the norm.

Can I come in?

He was opposed to having company, in any circumstance.

I don't know you.

But I seem harmless yes?

What do you want?

I want to come in.

My place is a mess.

I don't mind...really. Everywhere is dirty these days.

Her manner and beauty intrigued him. So he unchained the door and invited her in...studying her as she walked past him...