I was walking west on Nanjing Road, passing Plaza 66, when I chanced to look up. She was blond. Wore a hat and wore it well. Had glasses. With nice, thick, boxy frames — the kind I really, really like on women. She was giving a small, warm smile. To me. (?)
My contacts might have been a little fuzzy, so I checked. Nope, nobody immediately behind me. She was looking at me. (?)
When I turned back, she was still looking at me, (?) but the smile was no longer small. It was broad and bright as the sun. She was most amused.
She waved. At me. (?)
Now, at the best of times, I am a klutz around lovely women. Yesterday was not, alas, the best of times. I had been brooding, and now here was a blond throwing sunshine my way. It took me until the wave to remember how to work my face.
That knowledge recalled, I employed it to give her a small, questioning-but-receptive smile in return.
Or possibly I just looked confused.It just gets better- and so well written too.