Dressed in a cream vneck sweater, dark slacks, cheetah print stilettos and a red trench coat, I walk slowly to the train. I'm not quite late so I don't make a mad dash when I hear a train approaching on the platform above me.
The sun is shining brightly. Its quite a beautiful day. I've remembered to apply sun block so I don't run to the shade.
I smile, visibly, when I see my train crush. I didn't mean to smile, he just looked so handsome in his crisp white shirt and his black trench with his smooth chocolate skin and bald head. *smile* I looked away as he strolled to where I stood on the platform. If only he would say something. I glanced at him again and then away as he walked and sat on the bench behind me. "Was that a smile?" I ask myself...did he give me the, "I see you looking" smile? Lol.
The train approaches. Its not the eastside train so I'll take it two stops and transfer. I have a perfect view of him and I feel myself smiling again. He really does have perfect features.
A seat opens and he sits. I wonder why when we get off at the next stop but he remains on the train as I exit.
I stand on the platform as two more westside trains pass. As the third westside train approaches I suck my teeth and board thinking I could've stayed on the first damn train with "TC" (train crush) and transferred further downtown. I slide into a seat next to a cute guy. He dressed decent. Slacks, shoes, shirt, blazer..but something about him looks unpolished.
Oh good my stop. I bustle off the train shaking my head because I missed an opportunity to stare at "TC" only to ride the train with "Homeboy from the hood..with a job"
*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA
i'm still waiting for TC to smile and say hi to you.
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