You took the subway to work everyday. Dirty,grimy,unstable place. You sit in the corner invisible to the world until you feel a pair of eyes on you. Usually stares from men on the subway weren't wanted...but his eyes are so blue and so steady. A man across from you is slowly trailing his eyes down your body and back up to your face in utter fascination.

He gives you a slight smile, not flustered in the least and holds eye contact with you for as long as you'll let him.

When you get up to hold the bar for a while he gets up to and without a word his hand just barely grazes yours as he holds the pole right above you, those eyes focused on you like you're the only thing in the world.