Sighting

From a distance I saw you sitting in the adjoining wagon downstairs, with beautiful big blue eyes looking at me. I was sitting in the compartment of a wagon at the train doors/gates. I have a wild ginger hair cut. Our eyes locked with eachother a few times and I was quite mesmerised. I’m not sure, but I believed you were smiling lightly at me and I smiled back somewhat shy. I decided in the moment to write a note to give it to you and to start a conversation. But when I looked back up from writing, I think you were already standing at the doors on the other side to get off at the next station. I believe you left the train at Bry-sur-Marne around 23:15. If you find this note, I’m prone to think our eyes didn’t cross for no reason..

A portret drawing of you (and perhaps a drink or two)