I am not the only one who has noticed her. I see everyone on the bus watching her, taking note of her graceful movements and appreciating her strong physical presence. When the bus starts to fill and the seats are all taken, I see men rushing out of their seats to offer theirs to her, even if others are already standing, or there are others more deserving of a seat, such as an older person or someone carrying many packages. She always gets a seat, regardless.
It’s a shame, however, that she’s not as generous with her kindness as she is with exuding physical beauty. Once, a man offered her a seat instead of an elderly woman, and she sat down, instead of offering the older woman the seat. I’m not sure if anyone else took notice of the situation, as it appeared as everyone was too mesmerized by her looks. I also noticed that she did not even thank the man for giving up his seat. It seemed as though she had expected it.
She sat next to me once, and I felt uncomfortable sitting next to her. I felt shabby, unattractive, and dull compared to her, with her radiating good looks. I could not even concentrate on the book that I was reading, as I suddenly felt self-conscious of how my feet barely touched the bus floor, while her long legs stretched out in front of her.
I have always wondered what it was like to be so beautiful, and to have beauty that could carry you from day to day, with no worry about having to be kind to others, as everyone else jumps at the chance to be nice to you, as if it were some kind of honor to do something nice for someone so beautiful. She owns the bus, simply because she is beautiful. She doesn’t take care to move her belongings out of the second seat so that someone can sit down, and she walks on the bus with confidence, knowing that she will get a seat no matter what, all simply because she is beautiful.