On the first sight

About her was nothing extraordinary. Red-brown hair, small, perhaps a sportive figure, she wore baggy clothes, so that nobody could recognize it. She looked cute with her slightly curled hair. But then she did something I had not expected to happen. On a whim or an idea, she smiled.
I had to smile automatically. I felt as I've never seen anyone smile like that seen before.
The sun seems to be absorbed by her face, the white teeth flashing and a slight wag lies in its expression, like a child that is about to throw a water balloon.
One would like to see inside her head and look what caused that kind of a smile. It makes curious. But something bothers.
Because she did not look purely happy. In her eyes glances, something sad, injured, it seems like there was a constant pain radiating from her and yet she was smiling.
One would like to take her chin, look deep into this sea-green eyes and say: Everything is about to become good.
However, I have a feeling it never will. She knows that too.
She smiles anyway, just like that.