It read 8:30 on my phone.
I just got off of work and was ready for a well needed soak in my bathtub.
I was visualizing a candle lit bathroom but was interrupted by a train coming into the station.
I stepped inside as the doors open and sat at the nearest seat.
It was surprisingly not really anyone on the train. I would never ride the subway at this considering that I live in New York.
It was me, and elderly woman and a tall brown haired boy. He seemed about my age.
My god he's gorgeous.
I literally almost squealed. But only and exhale of awe came out.
Usually I don't like to express my feelings for someone so sudden. But it almost seemed impossible to hide them form him.
I stared at my lap and forced myself to think about something else.
Aw what the hell I've got nothing else better to do. I looked up and took another glance at him.
He was standing holding onto a pole while focusing on a small book in his other hand. He would grin every once in a while as his eyes skimmed against the pages.
The long black coat and beanie made me sense sophistication in him.
I guess he felt a pair of eyes on him because he then looked up at me. His brown orbs sharing a gaze with mine.
I took the time to take in his features. From the lazy eye to the scratch in his cheek made me fall in love with his appearance even more.
He nervously smiled and mouthed something.
"Huh." I said softly.
"I said, hi." I quickly smiled once I realized he was walking towards me.
"I-I wasn't stalking you, if that's what you think I was doing." My brown skin heated up. I looked down at my lap to keep from looking up at him.
He sat down next to me and closed his book.
"Uhm no. I didn't think you were doing that." He laughed.
I let out a sigh of relief which cause him to laugh even harder.
"I mean, even if you were. I wouldn't mind having a beautiful girl look at me.
Most girls like you don't have any interest in me anyway.."
He played with the cover of the book.
I looked up at him in shock.
"Are you serious! You seem like a very well together and intellectual guy. Anyone girl should be lucky to talk to you." I exclaimed.
"Well sadly, they're not. Most girls these days go for the bad boys. You know the not-well-put-together guys." He sighed.
"Not all of them." I mumbled.
"Wait, what'd you s-"
The car then came to a stop. I then stood up with Shawn following after.
"This is um. My stop." I rocked on my heels.
"O-oh. Well it was nice meeting you.."
"Y/n." I smiled.
"Beautiful. Hey maybe we could meet up you know so call me." He wrote down in a piece of paper he ripped from the book.
His smile dropped once he saw the expression on my face.
"O-or not. You know that was a bad idea. Why would you meet up with let alone call a stranger. You're too beautiful and smart for that." He rambled on while crumbling up the paper.
I quickly placed my brown hand on his pale one.
"I'd love to." I looked up at him.
His eyes softened.
"R-really?"
"Well, yeah honey! Didn't ya head the gal." The old woman yelled from the other end of the car causing us both to laugh.
We both the looked into each other's eyes sharing a quick moment of silence.
"You'll be hearing from me very soon, Shawn." I said while backing out if the car.
"O-okay." He stuttered which earned another laugh from me.
Our gaze never broke as the doors closer and the train zoomed out of the station.
I looked down at the crumbled piece of paper and unraveled it.
Shawn.
