Love affair.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over this noise," she shook her head modestly and looked out the window.

I watched her anxiously shift in her pencil skirt; I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.

"Nothing, it's not important," I told her. She looked back at me and held my gaze for a moment,I wanted to kiss her. I glanced down at her lips and she immediately looked away.

"Why do you look so sad?" I asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders and said "I'm not sure...I don't know where I'm going."
I found myself to be intrigued by her reply. I felt, though, that if I were to ask her another question she'd become irksome and get off at the next stop. I caught her attention and smiled, then I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. I could tell I startled her because she pulled her hand away and pushed her fragile body against the seat the in an unbecoming fashion; I found this to be quite disappointing because I had disturbed her beautified nature. She stared at me with wide gaping eyes and said, "Wh-what did you do that for?"

I reached for her hand again, "I'm comforting you, is all. Don't be offended."

I could see her body start to relax, but she wasn't convinced. I knew I needed to think of something charming to say, something more suave, but I couldn't come up with anything. Instead, I reached into my breast pocket for a cigarette. I could feel her eyes following my every move, this amused me, so I took my time reaching for my lighter.

After I lit my cigarette, I released a cloud of smoke from my lungs and watched her face become a foggy blur. I knew it was rude to blow smoke in someones face, but I wanted to see her reaction towards my uncanny behavior. She didn't seem to mind at all; She continued to look out the window and watch the grass pass by in an endless charade. I was amused by her nonchalance, so I decided to do it again, blow smoke in her face. She turned her delicate little body away from me and turned her head in my direction, "Please don't do that again, it isn't polite."