I think I just met the happiest person in the world. Not a single world had left her lips, yet there was an air of joy about her. The slight elegance she opened the old wooden door of the coffee shop with, her smile reflecting on the glass pane. The toes of her yellow slippers kissed the ground as she floated towards the counter. Only a faint murmur could be heard from where I was sitting. The barista’s mouth widened before a slight laugh ensued. She took out a small leather purse from the pocket of her woollen coat. It was extremely chilly outside, yet she seemed unaffected, as if her smile had provided the warmth coveted by many. Turning to wait, she spots me fixed on her smile. She shoots me a toothless grin, before turning her head back to the counter, her hair following behind in a smooth and delicate wave. The barista calls her name. As she takes the coffee from the barista’s hands, she flashes another smile, to which the barista returns the gesture, almost unwilllingly, but not being able to resist the smile that had blessed her eyes. Before she leaves, the women stops, brings the coffee cup to her mouth and takes a long, smooth sip. Her eyelashes flutter with excitement as she swallows, placing her spare hand in her pocket. Just like that, she floats back towards the door, moving more seamlessly than I believed possible. She exits the shop, leaving joy and warmth in her wake, before skipping back the way she came.