The hat was a nice touch. Lydia chuckled: the woman had a lot to smile about. Being paid to be on an advertisement, being bold enough to be shown in a bra for thousands of people to see.
Maybe she wasn’t exactly smiling because of her good fortune of being young — of having lots of energy, smooth unwrinkled skin, a happy-go-lucky outlook on life. A shame she probably didn’t realize that youth had a shelf life, as that may have made her appreciate it more.
Or maybe that was for the best. Let young people be careless. Otherwise, they may fret over the worry of not enjoying themselves enough, of thinking all the joy would be gone when they grew older.
Because, Lydia told herself as she smiled at a man’s firm butt encased in jeans, there’s still joy to be had when you’re older.