the last missed connection
I noticed her because she was smiling.
I noticed her because I too wanted the black and white oxfords she had on.
I had seen Eva Chen wearing them during Milan’s Fashion Week in light pink and when I went to the store to try them on they looked awful on me.
She was staring at her phone. I glanced away and looked at my own. It was a Thursday night around 10pm. The subway at Broadway and Lafayette was still busy with late night work, and date riders. I rested my head on the blue painted beam crossed my feet and looked across to the northbound track.
He smiled…staring straight at her across the platform. The girl in the oxfords noticed, waved and smiled back. Quickly looking at her phone to avoid too much flirting or to avoid smiling too much. I knew the look, everybody does. The one you can’t avoid, or really hide. She furiously texted – probably one of her best friends – and kept her head down. The subway pulled up to the platform and the boy got on. Standing in the doorway of the subway car he never stopped watching her. Still smiling, and anxiously waiting for her to look his way. The announcer started to give the “stand clear of...” warning. He put his hands in his suit pants pocket, his bottom lip perched as he tucked in his top lip – also known as a sad puppy face. She never looked up, still texting. I was rooting for him, just look up Oxford. The doors closed. He never stopped looking at her. I felt a warm breeze as the subway car behind me pulled up. The girl wearing the oxfords looked up from her phone and turned towards the approaching car.
I looked back at the subway across from me, he was gone.