Walking to 7-11 for coffee. The streets were full of loud people in cheap costumes. Then I saw her. The girl from the river. We passed each other in the cold air. She smiled at me. Just a quick, small smile, but it felt like the first real thing I’ve seen in weeks. The grey broke for a second.
I was walking in the city today, near the station. A girl passed by—really pretty, kind-faced—and she just *smiled* at me. A real, genuine smile. I almost tripped over my own feet! Who smiles at a guy like me? I don’t know who she was, I’ve never seen her before, but it weirdly made my whole week. I’m an idiot for being this happy about a smile. I know, I know.