Train Station

He tapped her on her shoulders. She recognised him. He was in the same coach.

And he said, quite nervously "I don't mean to be rude. I have no bad intentions. I just want you to know I think you have amazingly beautiful eyes."

She was startled. But she managed to say "Thanks." Nervously. What does he want?

"Don't worry. I don't want anything from you. That's all I wanted to say." And he walked away.

Into the crowd, down the stairs from the station. Into the evening sun.