Oblivious to the chatter in the train, I’m lost in solving mystery along with Detective Fletcher.
Suddenly, I hear this voice. It’s one of those bassy baritones that’s heard on radio.
His voice mesmerizes me.
I try to picture how he’d look.
And there he is, all modelesque but in a timeless manner.
Guess what, he sits across from my seat.
My eyes are restrained by the head, forcing them not to ogle at him.
Is he avoiding me too, I wondered?
We said ‘Bless you’ in unison when a co-passenger sneezed.
Our eyes met.
And we needed no words.