Cupcake

One time, when I was in 4th grade a girl I didn’t know gave me a cupcake on the bus 
She didn’t know me, or ask for anything in return 
She just offered me a red velvet cupcake and never gave me a second look 
She was short, around  five foot two 
With long dark hair and some of most accentuated curves 
She smelled like lilies, her smile seemed almost broken 
It was her only one, and she offered it to me 
Then she went to her seat and stayed silent the rest of the ride 
I don’t know her name. Nor will I probably ever see her again
But she offered me a cupcake, I’ll never forget