His smile

He didn't know me. For sure, he'll never remember my name; maybe he didn't hear it. But at the end we were face to face. We shaked our hands... and smile. I smiled like every day, glad to be there, thinking about nothing. But he smiled like a star, shining, eclipsing everything around. There were no doubt about it: his smile was total, totally, trully, false.


Crocodile smile. You know, zeke...