Miles looked at the girl for a moment. Her eyes were unfocused, drifting just a little past him, confusion swimming in them like fog over still water.
"Can I help you?" he asked calmly.
The girl straightened her posture, then turned her face directly toward him, forcing confidence into her voice. "Actually, I lost my glasses here, and I cannot see properly without them. Can you help me look for them"
"Alright," Miles said. "Let me see."
He took a step back.
A sharp cracking sound echoed against the marble floor.
Miles closed his eyes.
He already knew.
The girl stiffened. "Is it.."
Miles opened his eyes and looked down. The thin frame lay crushed beneath his shoe, lenses fractured beyond saving.
"Unfortunately," he said quietly.
He bent slightly, examining the damage. "No. They cannot be used anymore."
The girl let out a slow breath.
Miles straightened and gestured toward a nearby staff member. A cleaning lady hurried over.
