Train to Paris

the meet

I sat on the train reading some notes on my tablet when the boy came and sat across from me. I briefly looked up and was struck by his beauty. His mop of dark brown hair falling over his eyes, with those high cheekbones, he must be a model. I continued to work. He placed his backpack behind his head and stretched himself out on the seat. He took out a copy of The Nightingale and the Rose by Oscar Wilde and continued to read. It quite struck me that someone like him would be reading such a book. About an hour later I could hear him sniffling. He shut the book and sat up. He wiped a tear, looked at me and threw the book on the seat. 

 "Fucking every time". 

Then why do you read it, I asked curiously. 

 "Beats me, I am a sucker for punishment I guess. And I don't want to hear your theories thank you very much."

 I just held up my hands. He was cute. 

" You going to fashion week? I nodded. 

 Bunny, nice to meet you, he got up to shake my hand. "Sarawat. Likewise."  

That means he is definitely a model. I wasn't very fond of models. Purely for the fact that I have already dated a bunch of them.  This guy, he seemed different. There was no air around him. He seemed completely relaxed and comfortable with himself. He wore a white button down shirt with some short slacks and dirty sneakers. His backpack looked like it came from the 80's. The word Bunny was scratched over the top. 

 "So what do you do Sarawat"? I'm a writer I replied. Which was a half truth. I was actually the Editor in Chief at Enigma, one of the biggest fashion magazines in Paris, but I preferred to stay under the radar, especially during fashion week. The models always wanted to make connections. "

And you Bunny??" 

 "Yeah I know it's a nick name that stuck since childhood. Hmmm this and that, I model a bit, do a bit of tv back home, just try and keep busy you know". 

 And there it was....the model. I smirked. "

Hey, what was that for?"

"What? "

"That smirk? You just smirked at me."

I was caught. "Nothing, it's nothing. "

 "Aaaah I know that smirk. Ok Mister all high and mighty all models are dumb, have no personality or are boring as hell. You keep your judgments to yourself."

I found myself speechless. This doesn't happen very often. 

"You are right, I do apologize for my assumptions about you. I won't make that mistake again."

"Good. Otherwise I might just have to go in search of a rose for you and pierce my heart to show you that there is still love in the world...."

I laughed. "Are you always this dramatic? "

Hmmm my family would probably say yes, my ex boyfriends would rather say melodramatic, he said with a wave of his hand...I laughed again. He really did look like a bunny.

"Well it was nice to meet you Bunny, enjoy your adventures. Don't go piercing your heart for just anybody. Especially strangers on trains."

" Sarawat you are so sexy I would pierce my heart for you any day...See you around. "

He smiled and leaned back against his backpack closing his eyes.