I walked through the door and sat on the closest available seat. The carriage was relatively busy. I looked around, as I usually do, to see if any interesting/dangerous characters are on board. On the block of 4 seats directly across from mine sat a woman, early 20’s. She had an allure I was instantly drawn towards. She was wearing corduroy; I like corduroy.

She must have noticed me staring at her, because she looked at me. We stared at each other for about 2 seconds, but it felt a lot longer. She smiled at me. I titled my head with a “sup” type thing, I don’t know why. A few seconds later she moved from the outer seat to the window seat. Was this an invitation? I don’t know, but as per usual, I didn’t act upon it.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at Richmond Station; my stop. I stood up, hoping that she would also be getting off. She didn’t. As I walked out the door, I looked at her through the window, knowing that the barrier was some kind of protection. She smiled at me. The train left.

Why the hell didn’t I talk to her?