I looked away quickly when I realized that he had noticed that when I was watching. I stared at a point lost. Trying to look. I felt like my cheeks blush. So I laid eyes on the glass of the train. The scenery passed in front of me like a movie playing on fast forward. Then I had that feeling, sixth sense or ... well, I do not know how to explain it. But I felt that do not know what it feels like to think that someone is watching you. Helplessly, I smiled. Although there may be only a meaningless alleged intuition. And really he had not noticed me. I turned my head and glanced furtively at the front. A row of seats right teníaa. Two people later he was. I was amazed to see him only. The contrast of his light skin with dark hair caught my attention from the beginning. The light coming through the illuminated glass. As a Roman god. Like something out of the ordinary. He turned to see to know what hit her eyes and mine. I knew instantly that it should have a face like cherries. Very red cheeks. And a silly face no limits. My shoulders relaxed a little when I smiled. But my face was burning. I was sure. Apart from increasing the tone color of my face, I knew what to do. Then I saw his bag took out a notebook. He wrote some letters with a black pen from his pocket. The woman sitting next to me was attracted by the gossip magazine resting on his lap. Oblivious to the rest. The boy picked up the book and lyrics thick case defining a word belonging to a language I did not understand. And thus I learned that love, attraction any feeling shared by two does not need another language than their own.
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