I turned to see a 20-year-old sylph with sleeve tattoos and the same Dr.
I turned to see a 20-year-old sylph with sleeve tattoos and the same Dr. Martens I wore three decades ago, studiously ignoring him but very aware of his presence. I have handbags older than her. Maybe the guy didn’t even know I was scowling, anyway, and simply assumed I had middle-age resting face.