hey, girlfriend

shroffie is a bit of an enigma. she doesn't say much, preferring to stare into the distance as if negotiating battles on some distant island. but her smile – now that’s a revelation. it lifts her, almost physically, from the reticent to the gregarious, letting her bloom suddenly, making you wonder why she doesn’t smile as often. then again, maybe she shouldn’t. if one were to see a bright, red rose at every step, would that single, brilliant flower in a field of green be as tempting?