Looking For A Smile

I invite you who are pouting to a shop.

Take you along the tall shelves, from washing soap to the watermelon, from the toothpick rack to the bread rack.

"Nothing, not found," I said.

"What are you looking for?" you ask.

"Your smile."

Suddenly what I was looking for was in front of me, expanding timidly.

Let's go home, I have found it.