31 July 2012
Part 1
Usually, I get squashed under some nacho man on the tube. And believe me you don't want to be under him. Makes me quiver thinking about it. However, today I was boarding the tube plainly, wrinkling my lips in disgust at the nacho man I would be close to. The nacho man wasn't there. It was the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. When the doors opened, I practically sprinted to them but, well done to Miriam, I fell down the side of the track. The security guard pulled me out and asked me if I was ok. Obviously, I was fine but I was flushed with embarrassment. The handsome young man had been casually leaning on a pole on the tube chilling on his iPhone 4S. I don't know how people can afford them. I'm more of a Nokia type of gal. Repeating his movements, I pulled out my phone and discovered another pole, which was fairly close to his. So I leaned against it and texted Becky, my friend. I told her all about him and it was so long my fingers were numb and it could of probably been an essay for descriptive English. I didn't realise my stop when the man stayed on at the first one. I was supposed to get off here, but I was gazing into his eyes and suddenly he locked his phone and our eyes met.
Love Can't Be At First Sight • Opuss № I