#46

Him

She could have sat anywhere but she chose to sit next to me.  I glanced at her reflection in the darkened window next to me.  I opened my palms.  I breathed freely.  I tried to see what music she was listening to.  Where had she been tonight?  Where was she going?   I toyed with the ring on my finger.  I wonder if she’ll notice I’m reading Oscar Wilde*?

Her

I wish he’d stop looking at me.  If a seat becomes free perhaps I should take it.  Why is this bothering me?  I should turn my music down.  That way if he alights before me I can move aside without looking at him.

*Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.

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