At the end of the day, everything's been said and everything's been done. Something, somewhere doesn't smell quite right and I could have handled that situation just that little bit better.

She got up from her seat and her eyes crossed mine. A sharp face, sculpted nose and just that little bit of make-up accentuating the right features. I acted aloof and not interested, as an instinctive response to the situation. I caught myself in the act and tried to correct the mistake. I tried some eye contact and something that hopefully was a charming smile. I think I see a response or it might be wishful thinking or a vivid imagination. I like to think I have a keen sense for body language but I'm not sure. She was more or less looking in this direction but my attempt at a smile was too weak. A few more furtive glances back and forth. The train stops and people start getting off. The moment is gone and too little ground has been gained to make up camp yet.

On the platform people are going left and right to reach the closest stairs. She hesitantly looks around for a second, takes a few steps to the right and looks back at me. Or at someone else? I follow friends and go left. She turns around and follows us to the left. Why? She looks young and skinny. Just the right curves in the right places from this angle. She gets behind on the stairs. I slow down in the corridor until I notice her closing in. I let her get in front on the escalator. Different angle, equally interesting scenery. My mind is stuck in observation mode and nothing is said.

We reach the top of the escalator, I sort of catch up with her. I suddenly run into an old friend handing out fliers for a political debate. She's lost to me. Thank you for playing. Game over. She said so much and yet I haven't heard the sound of her voice.