Photo shoot at new job

The stylist runs her fingers through my crew cut hair and adjusts my tie.
“It’s nice,” she says.
“It’s dark blue and boring.”
“No, it’s a perfect contrast to your grey suit and white shirt.”
“Well…”
“You’re a lawyer?” she asks.
“Student.”
“But you’ll become a lawyer?”
“I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I don’t like ties.”
She slaps my arm, tilts her head back and laughs. “You’re funny.”
It’s a nice laugh and her questions aren’t fueled by ignorance; they are true wonderings of someone who’s found her place, who gets up in the morning and loves life.
I envy her.