You: Dark pants, black jacket. longish hair, younger, and in great shape. headed into the city on the Tube last Thursday.
Me: tall, short brown hair, blue eyes, slim/athletic with a black pack in my lap. I'm a bit older than you.
We were both immersed in our phones (who isn't) until we noticed each other. You smiled shyly - a rare treat on the Tube.
I'm originally from the US, where people smile often, but London has beaten all friendliness out of me. So I was in disbelief at first.
Next time I looked up, you smiled at me again and brushed the hair from your eyes adorably. I wanted to speak to you, but Tube etiquette held me back. Besides, maybe you were smiling at something in your book.
When I stepped off the train, I couldn't help but glance back, and you smiled once more as the doors closed - that's when I knew I blew it.
I know you're probably not reading this, but I have to try.
Are you the girl in the black jacket?
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