A crowded train. My hand rests on a nearby pole for support. Our bodies jostle as the train speeds along the track.

He is beside me, leaning against the pole. I glance at him from time to time. He’s tall, maybe about 6ft. Slim. Wearing casual clothes, navy blue tracksuit bottoms speckled with paint. His dark brown hair is spiky, with a violet/blue tinge at the ends.

He watches me change my ipod track with my remote control. His gaze lingers on the device.

As the train slows down I feel his gaze upon me. Our eyes meet. Shy, I look away. Then look back. He is still looking at me. What is he thinking?

Then he looks away again.

The train stops. He disappears into the crowds of commuters. As I alight from the train I look for him, wanting a final sighting, but he has gone.

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