The subway was unusually quiet that evening, but I could not enjoy the serene. My feet were killing me after wearing six-inch heels all day. Exhausted, I slip them off of my feet and place them in my fishnetted lap. I feel relief but not much. So I try to distract myself from the pain by listening to Bowie.
The diva sings in my ear as I aimlessly watch the few people in the car leave at the next stop. For a moment I am alone in the car, but right before the doors a handsome man slips through.
I could tell he was older than me, but only by a few years. He wore a green work polo, a uniform for some coffee place, with matching khakis. He laid back in his seat with an exasperated look that comes with every long day of work. I pitied him and wanted him all at once. I may have been a bit too obvious, because before I could finish sizing him up, I found our eyes locked. Read more ยป