Triumphant

It was one of those morning train ride to work. Uneventful, head filled with design ideas, eyes closed and plugged into the iPod. It was seemingly impossible to get a seat in the trains these days. Even though my ride aren't usually sardine packed, getting seats is impossible. As the train moves through station to station, more and more tertiary students fills in. I like to look at them. Besides the obvious reasons that they still possess the juvenile hotness, they have the glimpse of total freedom in their unfaded eyes.

As I was looking, one of them looked back. This caught me unguarded and I immediately turned back towards the glass doors that I was leaning against. I can still feel that she was looking towards my direction, but it was getting a little too uncomfortable standing in such an awkward position. I turned back and to my surprise there she was, standing a mere ten centimeters away from me. The train has moved and filled the train with more youthful students, tired workers and jaded executives. There was no escaping her.

She reminded me of Letitia. A girl I used to fancy when I was still in Temasek Polytechnic. As I tried my best to avoid her gaze, I noticed that she was wearing red converse sneakers, skinny jeans, a long puffy blouse and a rainbow colored hair lace. Retro. She too, like me, was plugged into the iPod. While I was a total wreck by now – I practically was looking at my scruffy old shoes like a scolded little boy – she seems confident and ready to play.

I notice the little things she did. The flirtatious pulling of her jeans just so she can scratch that little part of her hip bone, revealing her flat stomach. She would occasionally come closer, stretching her body like a feline, so that I could smell her delicious scent. Then she would search in her bag, pulling both her shoulders forward and revealing that dangerous cleavage.

This is however a mere game that she was playing alone. She was not expecting me to participate nor was she going to entertain me if I even did. She noticed my lingering stare, and was there to remind me that she was hot, young and unachievable. She is the object of desire, to be always desired. Soon the train reached the station where most of the students will get off. She was one of them. She left, feeling triumphant I'm sure. I smiled. Little did she know, all I cared about was that young man in the gray hoodie carrying, in his toned arms, engineering text books.