I'm talking to myself, yet again: "I like having conversations with pretty people, to see if they're interesting, too." (This despite the fact that I hardly ever just spontaneously talk to strangers, and when I do I'm not too picky about their looks.)
The woman standing on the other side of the pillar on the platform hears me muttering, and peers around it, only to have me catch her peering.
Her eyes widen in surprise as we see each other, and she blushes and immediately pretends to be looking down the track, while I bite my tongue and resolve to stop speaking to imaginary people in public.
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