It makes riding the subways seem insane. But I swear, it’s not always like that.
He seemed familiar the moment I saw him.
I’m pretty good with faces. I may blank on names from time to time, but faces I never seem to forget.
This one was buried beneath long blonde hair all combed back away from his face. He also had a neatly cropped beard. But it was him.
Riding the subway to and from work, you see a lot of familiar faces. They come and they go.
The woman in the red shirt was different. It was the first time I’d walked to the train with a stranger, who then went on to share the entire ride with me. We got on the same car, changed trains at the same station, and ended our commute at the end of the line.
But what truly made it unique, is that when I arrived at my station for the journey home, she was there. And we did the whole thing again, only in reverse.
She was the woman in the green dress.
The busty blonde slipped onto the M train and darted for a seat. Her entrance came a few stops after I got on. Her hair in a pony tail. Big dark shades. Earbuds hung down leading into her oversized purse.