A Happy Accident
bertl-the-warrior
Marco nodded his head to an imagined beat as he studied the sheet music in his hand, a bad habit that every music teacher he had ever studied with had tried and failed to break him of, bracing his feet and holding tighter to the metal pole beside him as the metro coasted to a stop. He was on his way back home from a rehearsal with his university's orchestra, trumpet case slung over one shoulder and still wearing the required black slacks and white dress shirt, although he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and undone the top two buttons in an attempt to feel more casual.
He looked up when the doors closest to him opened and watched as more passengers began to file in. A tall young man of about his age with dark hair and a handsome, solemn sort of face caught his attention in particular and Marco offered him a small smile when their eyes met. He certainly wouldn't mind dating a guy like that, or even finding out that someone like him was his soulmate. Still, he had never made a point of bothering random people on the metro, no matter how cute they were. In any case, he was feeling a bit tired from the rehearsal. After one last glance at the tall man he returned to his music study, head beginning to nod again as he counted out beats and measures, feet bracing as the train lurched forward once more.
