Yesterday, I took the subway to the city center. The carriage was very crowded. A pretty young girl sat opposite me. She looked at me steadily for ten minutes. Her eyes were very focused. My heart began to beat fast. I thought to myself, "Am I very handsome today? Or does she know me?" I wanted to be polite. I looked at her affectionately and gave her a charming smile. In the end, she could not bear it. She frowned and said to me, "Sir, can you stop smiling at me? I am only looking at my reflection in the window behind you. I am putting on my make-up!"