She does not see

 To The Lady on the Train, 

She looked down at her hands and what she did not notice was the slender strength of her fingers or the ovals of her fingernails. She did not see the softness of her palms that cup love, nor did she really pay attention to the callouses that prove her hidden steel. 

I do not know what she saw through her eyes that sometimes see so much. But my eyes saw the graceful arch of her neck, roundness of cheek, and the line of her jaw. I saw a woman who is more than she sees. 

The Man in the Station