She surreptitiously glanced at the man sitting in front of her. Her view was often obscured by the newspaper he was reading. All she could make out at times was his eyes moving from line to line as he skimmed the articles in the papers. What a captivating movement they made, she thought. And what intelligent and gorgeous baby blues they were.
He looked up from the paragaraph he was reading and glanced the carriage. As he eyes made the slow scan from the left to the right of the small space, it slowly centered on the woman sitting in front of him. She was observing him in a way that she thought was inconspicuous. Their gazes caught and they shared a secret smile as if they were both aware of something that was unknown to the rest of the commuters.
Trying to prolong the mutual attention each was given so freely, she gave a tiny wink and placed her forefinger on her lips. She hoped ...
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