"You look happy, Miss Wilson." Mr. Hudson said to me and I looked at him. I was smiling today. Yes. I was happy, of course.
"I am always happy, Mr. Atticus. What is your point?" I asked him in return and he rose his brows at me. Like he always does when I speak of something he thinks is a lie.
"You're smiling always, Miss Wilson. But that doesn't mean you're always happy. More than half of the time, you're smiling when you're angry but can't express your anger. But today you're happy." He said and I swallowed nervously at how much he observes me.
He knows when I am happy. He always knows when my smile isn't an outcome of happiness but anger. He observes me, my action, my expressions and something about him paying heed to such small things made my heart warm.
"Yes, I'm happy. I'm ba
