The other day I was riding the C train home after meeting up with a client to review photos. As I stepped onto the train, I noticed a very handsome man looking right at me. Flattered and flustered, I took a seat and tried to get comfortable.
This was not a boy, mind you, but a 6'4", well built, Rick Fox- look-a-like, very manly man's man.
I pulled out my phone and opened up the book I had been reading earlier that day. I could feel his gaze still focused on me, so I took a little breath, turned my head and made eye contact. He smiled, so I gave a slight smile, then turned back to my book.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he had pulled out a piece of paper, wrote something down, and folded it in his hand.
The train began to slow as we pulled to my stop, and I started to exit the train. He stepped off just before me and turned, placing one hand on my shoulder, and grabbing my open hand, he passed to me his little note while saying,
"Excuse me, I think you dropped this."
"Oh, did I?" I giggled as I started up the stairs.
Glancing behind me, I saw him jump back on the train and continue uptown.
Half way up the stairs I unfolded the note:
"Thank you for the slight smile.
I couldn't help but be flattered, so when I got home I jumped on the computer to send a reply:
"You're welcome for the slight smile.
A few hours later as I picked up my laptop to do some work, I saw that I had a reply: