27 February 2013
Leaned up against the pole, I rocked my head to the undulating beat. The train rocked and swayed. The perfume on the girl two seats ahead of me smelled really sweet. I see him every day. At the same time. Going the same way. His eyes were the type of hazel that mimicked the most dominant color and today he was wearing blue. Today, he wore a smile with the tail of a smirk.