The True You

The beautiful woman running to catch the bus. She looks wonderful — chic clothes flying, her hair all over the place, a kid’s smile on her face from ear to ear. Will she make it? It’s going to be close. I think she even has her tongue sticking outside her mouth a bit, like a girl trying her damndest to win a race in fourth grade.
But as soon as she steps on the bus everything changes. Her cool returns, her hauteur. The humor goes away, the naked joy. Her face is only beautiful again. I wonder if her partner has ever seen that sprinting girl’s delighted face?