Are You Happy?

I walk cautiously acroos the street.  There are lots of people around; it seems like the city has never been this busy. I'm just about to continue walking through the hefty crowd, when i feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to find myself looking into the face of a young man.  His green eyes bore into mine, like he's been looking for something for a long time.  

"Excuse me, miss..." he trails off, continuing to search my face a little longer before asking, "Are you happy?"

His question completly catches me off guard. Here you are, walking the streets, when a man stops you and asks if you're happy. Definitly not how I thought my morning would be.

"Wh-what?" I couldn't get the words out. The shock of hearing the question was incredible.

"Are you happy?" he askes again.

I think about the question before answering. "Do you even care?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. "Why would you care if I'm happy or not? You're nothing but a stranger to me."

he man shrugs. "I don't know. You just look really... I don't know. But are you? Happy, I mean."

I look at him him once more before replying "No" and turning on my heel, disappearing into the mob of people.