portrait of a usps postal customer

she could almost be a hipster, but her air is too diffident and self unaware for that. her hair is not its natural color. there is something too mocha, mahogany, chestnut and/or burgundy about it. she wears a cream colored trapeze dress made of rayon that barely grazes her knees and tries, unsuccessfully, to conceal the diminutiveness of her body. a black tattoo of a victorian woman peeks out through the semi-opaque bell-sleeves, and more victorian miniatures are tattooed in red on her ankles. she wears meticulously cared for black satin ballet flats. her nose is slightly aquiline, her lips thin, her chin receding. she looks away from me the entire time even though we are standing one foot apart. she asks for a book of stamps, and then hurries out the door to mail her netflix envelope in the privacy of the darkened corridor.