She, whose eye first found me inside the whirring train, a week ago, amidst the bustle of folks, delivering themselves to future selves but never finding purchase. Her pupils held me in their expanse, a seeking quality, questioning, imploring me to get to know her more. So I made my move with a casual saunter that also, I fear, betrayed my anxiety. Lead me to temptation, my love.
She, I knew was more than she presented. A goddess clothed in mortal flesh, and I knew to be cautious, for a goddess is not to be trifled with. Yet, as I said, she beckoned me with her eyes to know her, and undressed my ego with her spirit. I sat and said hello.
She sighed, and let me know that she was grateful for my company, and wanted to show me something that perhaps I hadn’t seen. I startled a bit, not knowing what to say, because I had yet to speak, and her air of familiarity was that of an old friend, or lover.