I’d seen him when he’d gotten on. He was carrying a big red folder, thick with papers and what looked like what was most important to him in life cause he was holding it tight to his chest like he didn’t want nobody to take it from him.
He got on before the really tall white man in the gray suit stood in front of me. Boy was he tall! His head almost touched the ceiling he was so tall.

I was knitting and another girl’s music was going through my head cause her ipod was playing to the public through her headphones. Some kinda jazz music. Sounded a little bit like Kenny g, so I wasn’t too upset at the peace being disturbed.
Anyway, I think the girl musta gotten off cause after a while I heard his voice. I don’t know why I knew it was his voice. Or how even.
But I knew.

He was motioning to the girl in fronta him to do something. I never figured it out though. Got distracted I suppose. Between his smile and her suit.
She was asian maybe. I never saw her face. But she was wearing a nice suit. It almost looked handcrafted and it suited her body well. Fuschia and purple checkered with a mermaid bottom in the back. And it was wool I think. The jacket and skirt matched and she looked real nice. She had on her ipod so I wonder if she even heard him when he called her classy. He seemed real happy to have her standing in front of him. I thought maybe they were gonna fall in love like they always do in those new york love story movies. I think it woulda worked out real good cause he was wearing a plaid-like shirt (flannel I think) and I think he had on jeans and a pair of work boots. But he still had that big folder that made me at least think he was a hard worker and up to something great.
And other than the whole hanging cord business (which, it seemed to me she was tryin to pull through her clothes but from where he was sitting in front of her he could see the path of it much better) you woulda never expected the two of them to be talking in the first place. I mean, he was a older man—maybe almost 40 and she was round my age I could tell. And it wasn’t that they shoulda connected—I didn’t know neither one of em from night or day—but they did seem to get along for those few minutes. And then he stood up after a little while longer of her fumbling with that cord and him smiling his straight-white toothy grin to let her sit down where he had sat. I thought that was nice.

But it turns out he was getting off. And it turned out that was my stop too. And that’s all I know about them. Maybe they were good friends who just happened to see each other and start to smiling. Either way, made it a nice ride to think about for the day.