You will meet a beautiful stranger
I'm on the subway. It's crowded. A guy gets on. He's cut. No, he's more than cut... I do smell a perfume, his perfume? It's like a childhood memory, something difficult to explain...
We are close now. I can almost touch him. I'm staring at him when he suddenly throws an eye at me. I blush.
Oh my god!
Shit! He's leaving.
"Have a good day".
What? Did he REALLY speak to me?
The girl in jeans with a green winter hat?
How is that EVEN possible?
Ok, girl, you need to calm down.
Remember, you have a boyfriend. Everything is going to be ok... Forget this story.
2 days after...
I'm on the subway. I write down something. Suddenly, I feel someone next to me. Oh no! That's him, the beautiful stranger!!
I try not to pass out and say: "You really need to stop following me".
Did I say that?
He's going to think I'm dumb...
He smiles. Then he takes my pen.
His phone number!
"We never know...", he says, before leaving one more time...