Train ride home



   It was an early evening. The sun just started to set and warm rays of sun were shinning through the train windows. The train was going steady and every minute Alex was closer to getting home. His green eyes were focused on the newspaper in hands and he was really immersed in his reading. It was a story about a local music scene and what was happening in town.
Even though he was immersed in the paper, he did notice form the corner of his eye, that beautiful girl sitting on the opposite side of train. She was reading a book. Which book he couldn’t make out by the way she was holding it, but whatever it was it must have been really good. She looked like she was experiencing every emotion character in that book have felt and it made for an interesting observation. Once she started turning to next page she noticed him smiling at her. She didn’t know who he was or why he was smiling at her, yet even though she noticed and was looking back at him, it didn’t seem to phase him and he kept on smiling. Did he like her? Was it something she was doing or the book she was reading?
She kept reading without thinking too much about the staring guy. It was kind of weird and she wasn’t sure what that was about but she did like his eyes, that deep beautiful green, his charming smile and that innocent face.
The train stopped. A couple in their forties took seats next to the girl. They couldn’t stop arguing or talking, it was hard to understand because she didn’t understand the language. It looked like a passionate conversation or an argument starting out. She gave a smile to a guy watching her and he smiled back even more. He understood it will be hard reading a book now.
After that couple got on this train, everything seemed so much more quieter and it felt like these people don’t see nobody but themselves. At that point, Alex understood that his special little minute, second is gone but at least this time he had a girl’s attention and something more was there. This understanding, this little moment which was just theirs, just this second they shared alone. She was so beautiful, he never saw anybody this beautiful, so much so, that he couldn’t stop staring and he was getting embarrassed because of that.
After what seemed like a second since the last stop, the train stopped again. This time it was girl’s stop. Alex looked concerned, he didn’t know what to do. Should he get up and follow but then he will be stuck on this stop. Should he ask for a number but what if he will keep her from getting off the train and she will miss her stop but he can’t just let her go. Who is she? Would be ok to meet up and find out more about each other? He felt like something was there and he was not willing to let it go.
   As she started heading towards the exit with her book in hand, Alex stood up and approached her. He opened his mouth to say whatever felt right within the moment and...he opened his eyes. It was raining outside, seemed like a cold day today. Another wonderful dream. “Once again nothing more but a dream”-he thought.


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