She seemed like a James Taylor kind of girl. The kind who wouldn’t mind windows down, in fact prefers the breeze, begs to ride in the Wrangler and tends to tuck stray wildflowers behind her ear.
But it was just a subway ride. Strangers brushing shoulders between here and there. A glance exchanged between Bowery and Canal.
She was unlike anyone he’s ever met yet he’s never met her.
I’m losing my mind, he thought as she drummed her fingers to the steady beat of the subway car clicking on the tracks.
At the abrupt motion of the slowing train, she worked her way past briefcases and grocery bags to the door - her exit. Surveying the car in a daydream glaze, she caught his eyes fixed on her. Blushing, she held his gaze, grinned, nodded and scurried off at Bowery and Delancy.
Without so much as a word, she wrecked him with daydreams of sundresses and Jeep rides in the heavy heat of a Carolina summer.