Mademoiselle's Story.

Mademoiselle sat facing me, again, as usual. She had one leg crossed over the other and her stiletto heel gleamed as it caught the light.

"Someone made me cry once," she said simply, examining her manicured nails. "And funnily enough, it was not the usual tears of anger, sorrow, heartbreak of frustration. No. These were tears of happiness."

"I was so moved I cried," she said this with an almost wonder in her eyes and voice.

I raised an eyebrow.

"You know you hear about stuff like this in the movies all the time. People crying tears of happiness." she said with a wave. Slight pause there. She was trying to gather her words and say it best she can.
"But," pause, "It was nice, so kind, so thoughtful, so... Monumental! No one had ever done something so kind and nice for me before in my life! And the fact that they did then, shocked me beyond words or actions." "I literally couldn't believe it. A complete turmoil of emotions which I let out by exploding into tears. Sobbing and wailing really," she said nonchalantly with a light tone as if she were recounting the weather of the past two days.

"Hmmmm," I nodded slightly.

"I guess I never thought something like that could ever happen for me. I genuinely never ever thought it possible that I never even in my wildest dreams fantasized about it. So when it hit me, it hit me real hard. I felt winded. Like I'd been run over by a bus. And when the shock passed, the tears and the sobs just poured out of me in waves and convulsions."

I acknowledged all this with a slight inclination of my head. I must say, this is interesting. Unusual.

"This is not a proud thing for me as you must know," she continued, exhaling a stream of smoke. "These things don't happen to me," she said matter-of-factly.

"..."

"But it did that once. And..." Silence. "Well! I must say, it was definitely interesting. Something highly unusual."

I smiled at Mademoiselle. I understood how she felt. I could see it, even if she herself tried so very hard not to. Or doesn't try at all. It was easier for her to ignore it. It was unchartered territory for her. But emotions are a part of everyone's life. And although Mademoiselle seems to have built a reputation centered around her casual lack of it, someone has to bear witness to the fact that she is indeed human. That someone is me.

Rare moments of Mademoiselle's indeed. As I've said before, *smiles* Mademoiselle, you do so entertain me.