I saw this girl on the train the other day. There were no empty seats for my friend and I, but she must have seen us looking, so she moved for us. I sat down, honestly wanting to sit next to her because she was pretty and I liked her aura. It was squishy, so when there was a seat free, I told my friend for us to move to the empty seat. We both whispered about how she was pretty. When we got up and walked towards the door because our stop was coming, she smiled at us. I smiled back, a little giddy inside.
For the remainder of the time before our stop, my friend and I were quietly gushing over how she smiled at us. My friend told me to get her number, but I was reluctant, because I feel like asking a stranger for their number without even talking to them is kind of disrespectful and awkward. I mean, what if she wasn’t even into girls? She insisted I did it, even pushing me back towards the area of the train where the girl was, but I was too shy and embarrassed. And then our stop came. We got off.
And I think about that moment a lot… and I actually regret not asking for her number. I’ll probably never see her again. And it makes me think of all the people we pass by without ever being able to get in touch with them, how special time is, and how something as small as a smile and making room for someone on the train can have such a big impact on someone else.
