~The Staring Edition~

Dressed in black leggings, large shades, cheetah print fedora, 5inch sandals, and a white, light weight, cotton/linen blend blouse, I'm hot and aggravated.
I've gotten off at the wrong train stop and to top it off my meeting place has changed.
I'm fuming as I stand on the platform waiting for the next train. I want to slap everybody and their mother.
A chubby faced Hispanic boy, no older than six, runs past me and pokes me in the butt. I want to grab him and throw him onto the tracks but his mom looks so tired and over him. She looks at me apologetically. I just shake my head.
Santana plucks the strings of his guitar and the words, "Oye como va" play in my ears as my hips begin to sway to the beat of the drum. This tune somehow aids in easing my anger.
The train arrives and I walk on and take a seat. I'm settling in, fidgeting with my bags when I look across from me at what I thought was an empty seat.
Well looky here! Eyebrow raised, I size him up. He was a dread. Not the ones that wear dread for fashion but the type that looks like he smells like oils and burns incents daily and doesn't eat meat.  The type that enjoys walking barefoot and giving his woman baths in rose petals. Lmao.
I stare behind my large shades not caring if he can see me or not.
His hair is pulled back and wrapped up. He wore gold rimmed shades on an almond colored, smooth face. A face that was chiseled and manly. I continued to stare unapologetically as I sipped my slushy.
His shoulders weren't large but broad and masculine.  He wore a green vneck tshirt which allowed me to view his strong collarbone. I looked at his toned arms. He wore no jewelry aside from a leather wristband, much like a few in my jewelry box. His jeans were cuffed at the bottom and rested atop worn, hightop sneakers that I gather were vintage collectibles.
I continued to stare unsure if he was aware of my gaze. I did not care. I stared. I shook my head at myself wondering what the point was. I just could not stop staring. He began to fidget. I did not break my stare and continued to sip my slushy.
The train stopped. A group of girls got on. They were hispanic or Brazilian. Not exactly pretty, but attractive. One with a Kim kardashian body. A pretty faced, large, pale skinned, black girl with Jessica Rabbit sexiness walked on and sat beside  the dread, a seat away. I continued to stare. He did not even notice her.
I smirk and stare.
He fidgets. 
I sip my slushy and stare. 
He removes his shades and pulls out a book. 
I stare. 
He looks up at me. And lowers his eyes shyly. 
I smirk. Sip my slushy and stare. 
More people get onto the train. They are blocking my view. I move over slightly and continue to stare. 
My train stop is approaching. Big girl, Jessica Rabbit gets up. He glances over at her but quickly returns his eyes to  the book. 
I stare. He looks up. With the eyes of a puppy. He stares. He blinks rapidly and looks as if he's panicking when he realizes I'm getting off the train. I am walking off the train. I look back. He stares. 
I shake my head thinking, "Dummy". 


*ding dong* 
Thank you for riding the MTA