he steps in. he is met by her unique exterior. she shines so bright in the hot lunch sun. the reflection of her illumination almost blinds him.
she goes back to her sleep. she looks ill and tired. the whole trip, she is sleeping. he stretches his arm across the seat. seconds later, her head settles on his thumb. first physical contact. so magical. gives him rough goosebumps. second physical contact: his knee and hers touch. he looks down and notices the well stature of her legs. her hair smells amazing. a familiar smell. he has used the shampoo before. the one he got from his bangladaise friend. tresemé. he keeps looking at her. her eyes are shut. her lashes coil up to almost touch her eye lids. the curve of her lips so perfectly cut like sand dunes. her smooth feet so soft. all in the look of an eye. her silence. her peaceful face. her fingers when they touch each other so slowly as she dozes in and out of her sleep.
he sees beyond her exterior. she is humbled. she enjoys a good laugh. she is strict with her money. she does not socialize much.
he wonders what her name is. where she is going. he can’t wake her up to ask all these. she looks tired. ill. peaceful. lovable. awesome.
he sees his future and hers flash right before his eyes as he sits there in owe.
he gets off. her perfect smell echoes all over his senses. it’s all over the heart of his right thumb.
-did you see that beautiful girl?-
“yah. the light skinned one?”
-yes! she is albino. i like her. wish i could see her again-
“oh!” , his friend exclaims.