There is a woman I see fairly regularly whom I’ve come to think of as sharp.
She’s very slender and always dresses well. Her slight frame is slightly on the pointy side, I think she could stand to put on a few pounds, but no matter.
She doesn’t look young, on the contrary her face is lined and wrinkled. It’s hard to speculate on her age, it seems likely that she is younger than she looks.
I’ve heard her speak, not kindly, to others. She can be intimidating, whether intentional or not I’m not sure. I wonder what her life is like, if she is happy, or if her apparent gruffness is a reflection of some pain she has experienced.
As I’ve met her in passing over the past few months, I’ve noticed a persistent scowl on her face. We don’t know each other but I always smile at her when we meet.
Until recently, she has not returned that smile, in fact more often than not she appears to ignore me altogether. Then, one day, unexpectedly, she returned my smile! I felt victorious just in the fact that she had smiled at me! From that day forward, when we met she has continued to acknowledge and smile at me, sometimes even saying “hello”.
It’s a silly thing really, but I like to feel that in some way I’ve started to break through her sharp exterior and that one day we’ll have a real conversation.