
No more would all the opinions in the world matter to how she thought of herself. She had always before appeared unsure, nervous and overly self conscious. Yet, now her presence had remarkably turned. A plain and reserved shell had time and time again walked through the door with little to no excitement towards the world; yet I had heard about a different person, hiding, that only her closest friends knew about. They shared stories with me unimaginably speaking about the same person. Who was she? Mysterious as ever, now I couldn't put my finger on it.
Something must have changed. Today she wore a crimson colored dress that gripped her body as I'd never seen. She glanced over at me and shot a glimmer my way as if I had been struck by lightning. Her hair seemed to have grown over night as now it was flaxen and silky down passed her shoulders. Today, I noticed a necklace that wasn't apparent yesterday. It was golden and appeared to hold a picture of a young man in a military suit. I daydreamed of the possibilities as I stood behind the bar polishing yet another glass. Could so much had changed in so little time to revolutionize this woman's spirit. It was the unthinkable, real today in this young woman's life.
On her off time, away from this dreadful bar, she had gone off and met a young military man. Handsome, able and strong awaiting some young lass to sweep off her feet. And our drab young dear who ordered the same thing everyday and barely could look you in the eyes, transformed into a beautiful butterfly overnight. She floated in like high tide, unexpectedly and sparkling. Surely,she was a new woman.
