Good looking kid: long dark hair, pale skin, the long face and high cheekbones of a Greco painting beneath a blue baseball cap with an obscure, vaguely heraldic logo, comes up towards the door of the subway, and stops.
"I don't know about you guys, but I just want to say I'm getting off at the next stop," he says, looking around.
"Are you getting off?" he asks the woman standing in front of him, and she shakes her head, so he moves around her and stands by the door.
I smile to myself at his awkward earnestness, but as he's looking around he catches me, and I try to disguise it by looking at the ground, as if I'm smiling at something else.
One year ago today: Smiling and Waving
Two years ago today: Better Unsaid
Three years ago today: No Romping For You, Buddy
Nine years ago today: 1-26-08 Old Testament R&B