That Smile, by Robin LeeAnn

(E-mailed to the F.F.F. blog’s address; see our Contribute page.)

I always spotted him down the aisle at work. He dressed too stylish to work here, with a few of his buttons opened and tattoos covering his arms. He had a step to his walk, a pattern.

“Ana!” he called out as I got close. I knew he had already noticed me a while back. He just chose to speak now. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing good. You?”

We passed each other already, but he still answered. “I’m doing good!”

And that was the extent of every conversation. But that smile. It could light up the world.


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