train

So this began with a look.

8:47 AM and I'm riding the subway to work.  As always disconnected from the world by the iPhone in my hand.  I'm out of range inside the tunnel so I can only listen to the music.

Trying to distract myself till we get to the station I keep glancing at the adverts hanging from the ceiling.  Another scandal for the Japanese Diet, a weekly announces boldly on the preview, another member of AKB48 is leaving the group...  I picture in my mind the mass of idol otaku crying and laugh quietly to myself.

Seems I wasn't quiet enough when I meet her gaze.  She's looking straight at me and  has a soft smile on her lips.  I can see at first glance that she's beautiful.  Flowing raven hair, a button for a nose and full lips.  Dressed in a conservative black one piece and a white coat, she sits across the aisle in front of me.

I make the only reaction I've known since grade school, turn beet red and try to find a hole to hide myself all the while in my head the wheels are spinning like crazy.  Who's she? Do I know her? She's hot! Why's she looking at me? I shouldn't had use this shirt, it makes me look fatter...! All the while feeling her eyes on me.

Minutes that seems like hours go by and after gathering all the courage I have (not much) move my head and try to find her eyes.

And found them (and her) in front of me, where she extends her hand and says:

"Hi I'm Naomi, nice to meet you"

And I just can stare in shock at the deep voice that come from her (him).