The breathtaking Mediterranean man who reads with his daughter has breathed life into this painfully stale train journey.
His thick black hair is flecked with grey and pushed into a hurried side parting. Olive skin.
He just caught me looking. It was like that moment in Amelie when Nino first looks up at her from the floor of the photobooth.
I want to look up again so I catch his eye. But I'm too shy.
Gosh he just looked at me again. My heart is tight like a fist.
I'm desperately in love with a man I'll never speak to.
It's that jaw. I never could resist a man with a strong jaw.
And those eyes. Like two drops of dark liquid chocolate.
He's laughing. He laughs like a king.
Crushingly, "I'm a fool to want you" just came on my iPod.
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