She was beautiful in a very delicate way, wearing a simple dress with pockets, a collar and a belt. Her plain brown hair framed her face and fell over her shoulders, and thick-rimmed glasses rested on her pale, perfect nose. I didn't know anything about her, but I imagined her to be smart and sweet and quiet.
"She's pretty, isn't she?" The young man adjacent to me had caught me staring.
"Yes, she is."
The entire group chatting outside the coffee shop went silent and turned to look in. For a few moments, we all sat and enjoyed the sight of a pretty woman as she bought herself a coffee, exited and walked off into the chill morning.
I smiled. "The best part is, she's completely oblivious."
"Yeah, that is the best part."