Fashion Girl

I walked around the fashion district in downtown today. I crossed the street and there she was propped against side of the mobile fruit stand smiling back at me. Perhaps it was the smell of the freshly grilled hot dog wrapped around by the little hand of the child that elicited that mysterious smile. Or maybe even she knows that the difference between a lady and a flower girl (or a fruit girl, for that matter) is not how she behaves but how she's treated.