Yes

"Listen, Gwendolyn, " Walter started, unsure how to continue without sounding crazy. " the weirdest thing happened to me the other day."

"Oh?" She continued to beam, managing to look interested as well.

He explained what had happened yesterday. including the blessing by the old man.

"Sooo... you basically gave your bagel and gloves to a bum, and now you're thinking what? You're blessed?" She summarized, her beaming smile almost breaking into a mock laugh.

"I... yeah, when you put it like that." Walter had to admit, the whole thing was a little vague. "I don't know, it felt nice to do some good, but it was more than that. I feel... different somehow."

"Well, good for you Mr. Timmons, if only there were more people like you on this earth." She continued beaming relentlessly.

"Well, I, yes." Walter replied awkwardly, unsure how to respond to the praise. He quickly changed the subject. "Say, are you wearing something different? You're almost ten years younger. Did you change your hair?" He said, trying to divert the attention away from himself.

Before his eyes, the years melted off her. Her hair bounced outward, and her skin smoothed out, subtly filling her outfit with firm, youthful curves.

Gwendolyn giggled, brushing the hair from her face. "Mr. Timmons, it's my first day. Anyway if I were 10 years younger, I'd be eleven. That would be going too far. Even for here." She joked, as if nothing but his odd remark was out of the ordinary.

Walter just stood there agape, looking at the doll faced 21 year old whom he was certain was in her 30's somewhere just a moment ago. Wasn't she? He looked at her hand. No ring. _ten years younger _He knew what was going on, he wasn't slow in the uptake like that. He just had a little difficulty believing it. He decided to try something.

"Pardon me, just trying to be polite. In fact, lets step into my office. We need to go over your tasks and responsibilities."

"I... Yes Mr Timmons." She followed him into his office, her beaming smile never faltering, mixed with a slightly naive streak.