Yesterday morning. Rolled out of bed. Stumbled across the street to the train station. Found a banana along the way. Wanted to catch the early train, get home, spend what was left of the weekend with my family.
I was a bit early, so I sat down. Icy outside; foggy inside (my head).
I didn’t even realize I was looking at her, sitting across the station, until I noticed that she was looking at me.
It took me a few seconds more to register how odd it was that she didn’t look away, like most people would have. A few seconds… in which I didn’t look away, either.
And by the time I noticed that she was just beginning to smile, I realized that so was I.
Absentmindedly, I moved to take a bite of the remaining third of my banana. It was only then that I saw that she was also two-thirds of the way through a banana, and taking a bite.
At that point it had been maybe 20 or 30 sleepy seconds, grinning strangers staring at each other, holding mostly-eaten bananas to our faces.
I guess in that situation my default response is to give kind of a banana-cheers. Hers, too.
We laughed. Then I finished my banana, climbed on the train, and slept halfway to Oslo.
Yesterday morning. Rolled out of bed. Stumbled across the street to the train station. Found a banana along the way. Wanted to catch the early train, get home, spend what was left of the weekend with my family.
I was a bit early, so I sat down. Icy outside; foggy inside (my head).
I didn’t even realize I was looking at her, sitting across the station, until I noticed that she was looking at me.
It took me a few seconds more to register how odd it was that she didn’t look away, like most people would have. A few seconds… in which I didn’t look away, either.
And by the time I noticed that she was just beginning to smile, I realized that so was I.
Absentmindedly, I moved to take a bite of the remaining third of my banana. It was only then that I saw that she was also two-thirds of the way through a banana, and taking a bite.
At that point it had been maybe 20 or 30 sleepy seconds, grinning strangers staring at each other, holding mostly-eaten bananas to our faces.
I guess in that situation my default response is to give kind of a banana-cheers. Hers, too.
We laughed. Then I finished my banana, climbed on the train, and slept halfway to Oslo.