“Do you ever notice people smiling?” She didn’t turn to him to get his attention, but threw the words out into the void wondering if they would be picked up and answered.
“I guess. Sure. What do you mean?” He didn’t turn either, casually answering her strange question.
“Like, do you ever notice other people. Do you see them smiling while you drive by them or as they pass by you on the street? Do you ever get jealous of them? What do they have to be smiling about that I don’t. What am I missing?”
“No, not really.”
“Oh. Maybe it’s just me then?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure there are others. It’s kind of naïve to think you’re the only one in the world who does something, or anything for that matter.”
She didn’t answer right away. She paused and thought over his answer.
“Why do you think you don’t get jealous when you see someone smiling? It feels so natural to me, wondering what it is that causes their face to shine like that.”
“Why don’t I get jealous when I see other people smiling?”
“Because I have you.”