"Oh!" I exclaimed. "That's just my city face." I explained that I was still evaluating the success rate of the stowed away smile against unwanted recognition by strangers.
He was amazed by my wit and asked where I was from. I accosted his expectations and took my rightful stand as a city girl.
"What is your name," he asked, struggling to sound intellectual by omitting grammatical contractions.
At that moment my lapse of judgment ceased and I realized we had been in each others presence for one minute too long.
"I don't think that's very important," I shot. Sharply I turned on my heels. My black dress swerved with me as I crossed the street, my nose held high.