I sit in a cart on the Express Train, reading a book as the scenery rolls past the window. It's been 7 years since I lost my dear wife to an accident, and I feel empty without her. She was the love of my life.

You slide the door open and walk in with your luggage and check your ticket. You sit in your seat with I sigh that draws me to look at you from my book. Your eyes... Those wonderful indigo eyes... Are just like my wife's. You look exactly like my wife.

Except, you're a man.