||[Feb. 1st, 2004|05:41 pm]
The girl sat opposite him on the train, her blond hair shrouding the side of her face, she was reading Catch 22, and leaning against the rain-splattered window that reflected back an image of her. Occasionally she looked up from the thumbed pages of the paperback and looked about with big, wide eyes, that sometimes seemed to stare right at him. He wondered if she was thinking the same as he? She was beautiful, and, he could just tell, intelligent and witty, and how he longed for her to be bound for the same destination as he.|
Simon felt in his heart the pain of wanting to speak to her, of wanting to open a conversation, of finding out more, of maybe, perhaps, one day...
What was he thinking? It was futile, all of this thinking. If by chance she was bound for the same destination, she's probably already got a boyfriend, or the age gap? ...the age gap is probably too great. And even if she was, and she didn't, and it wasn't, he suspects that he's not her type.
He reads his book, and he listens to Dido's Life for Rent chant through his mind, but he cannot help looking up every now and then to gaze upon her opposite him...