An Encounter… on the Métro…
He… was…
Tall…
Handsome…
My eyes… from under my hat… happened to notice his appreciative look…
His gaze was not… without humour… “un regard amusé“… engaging me to reciprocate in a… “moment”… while travelling on the Métro heading to Saint-Germain-des-Prés…
Magnetic blue eyes… flirting with the idea of two strangers on a train…
My heart… skipped a beat…
Exciting… thrilling…
Enticing…
A second guarded look… made me notice the woman standing next to him… tall with medium-length chestnut hair… following his gaze…
The woman too… looked in my direction…
Suddenly… she became slightly nervous and started talking to the man trying to diffuse the interest, grabbing his attention, forcing him to take notice of her… by wrapping her arms around his shoulders… cajoling him to remember that he belongs to her…
He… smiled…
But… did not stop his gaze…
Compelling me… to notice him…
To… reconnect…
“Quelle… belle rencontre“…
A couple… “un homme et une femme“… such a fragile state of being…
Is it possible ever… for two people to be glued together forever…?
Is it possible ever… for a man not to be attracted to another…?
Should I continue “seducing” this tall handsome stranger? Betraying another woman’s love…
Their… bond…
Their… moral agreement…
An extra-marital relationship…”peut-être“…?
Romantic meetings… “à Paris“…?
After all… it is so not reasonable for a man to be faithful… Non…?
Be… frivolous…
Celebrate life… I thought…
Taking a deep breath… I lowered my gaze under my shaded hat…
Then… jumped off the train…
I… ran…
Away… from temptation…
With… a sigh…
But for this susceptible man… on the Métro…
There will… always…
Be…
Others…
a.