The train jittered as it sped along the rails, occasionally bumping people around the busy carriage. The seats were full, and people were standing around the handrails, and in front of the door. Everyone was either on their phones like technology-obsessed saddos, ‘sleeping’ or staring uncomfortably at people. I hate public transport.
But look at you.
A brightness and realness in a sea of obnoxious normies. You’re listening to music, I can tell it’s something indie: unique and dear to you. And, you’re actually wearing over-the-ear headphones, not some slimy, ‘practical’ earbuds; it’s refreshing. You look focused and present, listening to music, and reading over a cookbook.
So, you’re a cook? Mmmm… Even more reason to like you.
Long, light-brown hair that’s slightly wavy and a thin, elegant face. Pretty. Big brown eyes, and low-set eyebrows; you look fierce - yet endearing, like there’s another side to the you that you don’t normally show. And you’re thin, reddish lips look divine to kiss.
I know she felt my stare, most people do. Time to look away - create some intrigue.
Her face lifted from her book, and turned towards mine. A strange emotion flashed over her eyes temporarily before swiftly vanishing. Her eyebrows raised in interest, as her gaze rested on my side profile - taking in it’s sharp contours and dark charm, before searching the rest of my body - an approving look settled on her face, and then she returned to reading her book. The interest is there.
I didn’t look at her again for a while, reading a book of my own instead. I’m not like the rest of them, I look dignified, not scrolling mindlessly like everyone else.
The train stops, I get up - and I can sense your eyes trailing over to me. No, love. We can’t actually meet here: it’s too hectic, too many people. It needs to be just us.
I don’t bat an eye to you as I swiftly leave the train - not letting you get a word in if you wanted to. I have to pull away, keep you curious.
We’ll meet soon
