Saw you through the glass on a train that sat longer than usual. Our eyes met and couldn?t help but smile. You stood there in mules, dark hair and beautiful. Sneaking glances, we caught each other. I pulled out a book to further my disguise, though I had no intention to read. The train moved at last, we smiled once more and held it until the glass turned you into a distant blur. I hope you had a great day.