The Train Ride

I was at the train earlier with a friend. We had braved the rush hour traffic to get to the mall in time for Bruno. The doors opened and we scrambled to get. My friend took the extra seat just across the one I got. It was there when I saw him - my American intern.

He's 21 and in military school and I, I was looking around for someone I could hang out with. Beside him, I sat perfectly still trying to imagine how things would turn out between us... err.. wait, how things would begin first. He was wearing a black suit, yellow tie and his back pack (yes, he had a backpack) was on the floor, tucked between his legs. He had black earphones on. His blonde hair - messed up like any twen-teenager. There was just one problem - he was asleep.

My friend looked at me from where she was sitting and smiled. She knew that I adored the boy and it was just a matter of time before I make my move. What she does not know is that I have not practiced this skill for some time now. She does not know that I have changed.

The boy woke up, looked at me and fixed his coat. He went back to sleep. I looked at his reflection from the mirror, checked myself out and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and forced myself to sleep. But the face of the boy beside me was just to gorgeous to ignore. His lips were so plump and pink. His nose chiseled to perfection. His brows, brown. His eyes, blue. I opened my eyes again and saw him still sleeping beside me.

I gave up.

The train stopped and people started pouring in again. He awoke, looked around. Our eyes met. He smiled and uttered, "This must be the slowest train on this system!". I turned to him and smiled. He seemed nice so I nodded. And that was the start of what would turn out to be a very lovely train conversation.

(to be continued...)