So many people refer to her as shy, meek or reclusive. She may be quiet, but if you ever meet her eyes, her gaze is always steady and searching. She looks at you, eyes shining with that slight hint of amusement, as though she sees something in you that no one else does. And maybe, if your lucky, you will get to witness the gentle curve of her smile. It’s rare and fleeting, and barely noticeable unless you pay close attention - almost like chasing after an exotic butterfly - elusive but captivating. People may think she’s meek, but I think she’s undeniably beautiful.