The second time they met, it was in the produce aisle of her local grocery store, picking up some apples. He was reaching for the same bunch of bananas that she was.
"What lovely fingers nails," He commented as he retreated his hand, causing her to blush. It wasn't everyday that someone commented on something as unimportant and unnoticeable as her fingers nails. Yes they were lovely but only she had ever seems to noticed. Most people when they saw her fingers nails they just saw fingers and not the work of art that she worked so hard each Sunday evening to make them into.
"Thank you," She told him as she glanced up, finally ready to meet the eyes of the stranger that was so kind as to noticed her hard work, with a smile. Light green eyes met light brown ones and Amelia felt her smile wavered as her eyes hungrily took in his form. Unlike last time she wasn't in a hurry and had all the time in the world to stared and drink in his appearances. She wasn't disappointed. Dark curly hair, light brown eyes and a dimple to boot, he was beautiful in an angelical sort of way. He was the kind of boy her mother warned her about, the beautiful but dangerous kind, the kind that broke hearts everywhere he when.
"For what?" He questioned as he picked up a different bundle of bananas and placed it in his cart. Amelia noted he was humming softly to himself. She also noted the was no recognition of her in his eyes. He had forgotten her and that left a bitter taste in her mouth. She knew he would, she was just a girl he met on the train after all,a girl he called cute, she had just been hopeful he had not forgotten her. She sure had not forgotten him.
"For the-" She waved at her nails as she laughed, nervously, unsure of how to process. Had did one go about telling someone that they were thanking them for a compliment? How? She was so unsure. It had been so long since she spoke to anyone outside of her own family, mother and sisters and sometimes brother, that she was just unsure. Living in a big city, being strangers with those around, acting as if they did not exist, did that to you caused you to forgot how to have a conversation. "You know."
He paused looked at the nails she was waving at then smiled, as understanding dawned upon his face. It was lovely his smile. It made her want to smile too.
"Oh." He said as he turned and walked away. "You are welcome."
Not once did he looked back and she being too shy withheld her tongue to called after him. What was the point? He was too beautiful for someone like her. So picking up her bananas, Amelia turned and walked away in the opposite direction. And so the two parted.
