When she talked, she never revealed anything about herself.
You could never guess what she was thinking.
Her emotions were masked by a stony expression.
But if you looked closely.
If you ever caught her when she was staring out the window or engrossed in her work, you would realise, that she was an open book afterall.
For all her hopes and dreams and fears were right there.
Her eyes giving it all away, while she was in her own world.
Unaware.
