Arrogance

Not her level, she thought;

She said: “Not to my level.”

What level?

She blinked. She looked deep at him.

She did not talk; yet there were sounds;

Volume of sound seemed to be zero.

She whispered: “My level is different.”

Her lips did not move.

Eyes spoke the outspoken:

“I am unique. I am different.”

I could sense that; I could read that;

Everyone isn’t not?

She said: “No. Most of them are pigs.

I am no pig. I am the quality.”