I take off the 5in heels I've been wearing and throw on my flats so I can hurry through rush hour body traffic. Lol
I rush down the stairs to the subway. My eyes spot long locks halfway pinned up. They travel down to see broad shoulders and further down to observe THE most bowed legs I've ever see. The dark blue, pin striped, Italian cut suit is a perfect fit. I didn't realize I had followed him, the entire length of the platform, until he stopped and I almost bumped into him. I looked down at my feet as I quickly scurried past him.
I only walked a few short steps before I stopped, turning to catch a glimpse of his face.
He was looking at me. I felt my face flush. Did he know that I was following him? Did he know that I was staring? I chuckled at myself as I remembered I was in my “Hollywood Mocha” shades. Surely he couldn’t see my eyes.
The local train arrived and I walked on. I looked over and he was entering the train as well. I looked for a seat so I could put my heels back on. I sat but my heels were forgotten as I stared at him taking him all in. The hair. The suit. The legs. My stop was approaching and in a blatant attempt to see him up close I stood up and walked to where he stood. I became shy and turned away.
The doors opened and I felt a body close to mine. I turned around and realized he was getting off too. His long bowed legs carrying him way faster than I. I followed. Down the platform. Out of the station. Onto the street. I followed him for two blocks before I shook my head and laughed wondering, “What the hell are u doing?” I stopped and proceeded to the restaurant where I was to meet a friend for drinks.
*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA.
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