Today's OneWord: Smiled

I loved the way she smiled at me when I scanned her books. I loved the way her fingers drummed against the wooden counter in a blessed rhythm, the timing succinct and the humming from the back of her throat harmonious. I loved the way she rubbed her thumb across her credit card as she handed it to me, the glorious grin never fading as I punched in the appropriate numbers.

"Have a good day," I told her.

"Thanks," she replied. "Have a better one than I will."

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