The origin (1)

'This conversation is really taking the wildest turns,' I thought, not sure how exactly I was supposed to respond to Irene's question. 

'Should I lie? Or should I tell the truth?'

For some reason, Irene wanted to know this detail that I've never considered to be something more than a curiosity. And knowing not of her motivations, how could I decide whether it was better to be honest or not?

'Well, when it comes to lying, the question is…' I sighed internally. 'Am I even able to lie to her?'

"It's purple," I revealed and followed with a sigh of resignation. 

"Wait, purple?" Irene's eyes opened up wide. She nearly jumped from her seat, only holding herself back right at the very last moment. "So that's how it is…" she muttered, slowly seating herself back as she dug her eyes into the table and refused to elaborate at all. 

'And now what…?'

Hearing no word come from her mouth nor any further change appear on her face, I took a deep breath.