x Train rider reading The fresh new Yorker, Friday Nights You undoubtedly are a true New Yorker, analyzing The New Yorker. Wearing black with black glasses.legs in black flats. You tossed your light hair which flowed with the hood of the jacket and alongside your arm while you held the poll next to the sliding gates. Holding the metal poll was a delicate hand with the help of PURPLE nail polish. PURPLE NAIL POLISH, an important sharp contrast, an important beacon of colour, made me give thought to you. Your option made me inquisitive, it made me personally wonder; this contrast made me like to meet you.
I was together with you by the particular doors, holding a backpack andhand bags, trying to at the very least exchange a smile. Opportunities did abound, a jolt belonging to the subway made you step on your shoe, a xnd made you struck my foot. My group is now kicking myself. I smiled to provide a response to your apologies, but always been silent, allowing you your space for being with your magazine.
I was smiling at you when i excused myself on the crowded train in xth st. but found myself thinking about you as i rode the downtown x train yet again today.