Karen

Her fingers were fire engine red. A cigarette dangled from her lips, which were the same color as her nails. A cloud of smoke billowed around her face. She chatted with the bartender, who had just served her a martini. Her lipstick stained the glass. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, revealing calf muscles that made me envious. She exuded confidence. I sat captivated, wondering if she actually felt the confidence or if it was just for show. Sometimes you can't tell. Most times you can't tell. You think you know and you're blown to bits when you realize the truth. Is there anyone in this life you can trust? Besides family, and sometimes not even them. I wondered if she had these thoughts. Should I approach her? Have a real conversation? Well, real in my eyes.