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*?
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.