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God, she’s gorgeous. Long, raven-black hair, captivating blue eyes that sparkle when she’s excited, and a body to die for.
We met about seven months ago. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was sitting in the third railcar of line 2431. Like every morning, the regional train brought me from my hometown to work in forty-three minutes. My gaze was just roaming over the other passengers when I saw her. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she wore simple silver glasses on her beautiful, straight nose.
She remained focused on the laptop in front of her, while her fingers tapped on the compact keyboard. Click, click, click. With her gray business suit and the top button of her white blouse undone, she seemed born to turn heads.
I couldn’t look away, totally captivated by her presence. When she glanced in my direction, I pretended to find my shoes very interesting. How creative.