Random Guys on Train Stations.
There was this guy. Standing on the train station’s platform. It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I was on my way to work. He was wearing a cute shirt. Colorful with a cartoon monkey plastered on the front. I didn’t recognize much of the detail but it made me think of rainbows and butterflies. He’s wearing dark jeans, beginning to fade and a bit torn on the edges. Plus the black skate shoes and long hair.
He doesn’t look like much though. Ordinary, I thought. But I wound up standing next to him waiting for the train. It doesn’t matter if this guy doesn’t have a job. Or he might even be a stoner but I had the urge to speak to him. Ask him something. or whatever. I didn’t. How the hell had built up much impression on someone in ten seconds? Don’t know.
There came the train, and we went in. And he stood by the opposite door, whilst I sat by the window. I glanced at his direction and he looked at me for a millisecond. And then I looked away and let my gaze wander upon the sea of people standing on the train too. Wondering if someone else would ever look at me that way, randomly standing out among the crowd.
