Like every morning
It's Monday morning, 7:23 a.m.
The train that has to take me to work is ahead of track 12. As always, I hasten to be one of the first to open the doors and enter. Quick left, to my favorite seat by the window. I'm lucky. There's nobody in there yet.
When the train moves in the direction of Utrecht two minutes later, I sit with my nose pressed against the window on the lookout. I'm counting the seconds. 5.4, 3, 2, 1, and...
The train from Utrecht rolls into the station just in time. Breathless, I scan the faces that slowly pass by. Since I first saw her two weeks ago, our eyes have crossed each other every day, and it's two, three seconds, that's all it is, because then our trains will run apart in different directions. Yeah, she's back there, also in front of the window. Her eyes see me, I see hers. Our mouths curl in a weak smile. Just one more glance, just one. I can't wait until the next morning.
Spannend hoor!