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I'm huddled in my favourite top, waiting to board a train at Baker Street. It arrives, and as I sit down, the girl opposite smiles at me. Unquestionably and directly at me. I don't know what to do. She is around my age, possibly a couple of years older, Greek, black hair, beautiful large brown eyes, striking, not stunning but definitely very attractive. She's soft. That is the word I'd use to describe her, soft. I'm not sure why, soft focus maybe. Maybe not. All the while she continues to look at me, so I try to smile back, forcing my face into distortment. I manage a look halfway between grimace and constipation. I quickly look down. A few seconds pass and I wonder whether she is still looking. I look up and she smiles at me again. I smile back, slightly more relaxed this time, and casually flip open my incredibly impressively intellectual book. I can't concentrate on what I'm reading, and I begin to convince myself I can feel her gaze brushing over me, again and again. I raise my eyes, and this time she gives me a huge wide sunbeam of a grin. My heart starts pounding. What is going on? Why is this affecting me so much? I laugh and try to beam back. Although not a complete success, I think it may have endeared me ever so slightly. I put my book down, and we continue to alternate gazes, following each other's eyes as both of us trace shapes around the carriage. I'm burning up here, and I have no idea what to do. Should I ask her for a drink? That would be stupid, I don't even know her. But something about her eyes, and the way she is looking so intently at me, or into me, makes me wonder. This is very weird; I think I'm being weird again. Then at Green Park she gets off. The doors beep and hiss and I am alone again. The train pulls out and a small boy begins running along the platform, keeping pace with my carriage. As he gets faster his hood falls off his face, and his ruffled hair flaps around, until he pulls up and clutches for breath, laughing all the while. Did I miss something?