Beauty In The Eyes Of The Beholder.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” A bright cheerful woman.

She looks like she’s in her late thirties, but still, she stands out, beaming radiantly that even the sun worships her radiant cheer.

The person she’s speaking to happens to be a very conservative woman, who seems somewhat shy to be around a woman like her.

Shy and embarrassed, she doesn’t want to keep the lady waiting and moves for her to sit on the park bench together.

Her eyes stare at the lady who takes her seat elegantly that she envies even the way her hair dances to the wind.

The first few minutes of seating together create an awkward atmosphere as they end up watching the open together as cars drive by.

The cheerful lady stares at the other, her fingers drumming on her cup of cappuccino as she chews off her other finger, wondering how she will approach this conservative lady.

Finally, she gives up on thinking and stretches her hand out, “I'm Maura just so you’d know.”

“oh…I’m Drusilla.” She answers shyly, taken aback