Sanim

I stood by the second bench closest to the left of the inbound station. A man walked in the outbound across from where I was standing. He glanced over quickly. Quick enough for me to second guess if he ever really looked at me. I had to time my glances at him so that I wouldn’t get caught.
I couldn’t tell if he was 23, 24, 26 or 30. He’s skin was a smooth light cocoa. Tried to stop the slight jealousy of he’s gorgeous complexion.
The roar and the unsteady screeching of the train became loud, close. He stood. I walked forward. I wondered what he was listening to. If I would like what he was listening to or if it would make me not want to speak to him.
The train stopped between us. It blocked my view of the man. About a minute and a half of waiting, the driver’s shift must almost be over. Train left me standing there. Wonder why we were on different sides. Would we ever be on the same side? Would our plans introduce us one day?