Gone but not Forgotten: Contact by snoflaik
(04/07)Slightly revised for grammer etc.
She stepped onto the metro. Finding an empty seat easily, sat down with her normal air of unconscious grace. Pulling the newspaper from her bag and taking a sip of her coffee, she crossed her legs to make herself more comfortable and began reading. Her eyes flickered across the words as the metro moved along its path. She ignored the bustle around her as the doors opened and closed, as the cabin filled and emptied again. The bright morning sun exploded into color as it hit the glass across from her, catching her eye. She lifted her head and saw him. The tall stranger stood facing her about four feet away. One hand held onto a rail above as the other held a folded newspaper. His dirty blonde head was bowed in concentration. He was strikingly handsome and his finely fitted suit spoke of money and sophistication. But it was the set of his jaw and the definition if his cheekbones that made her look twice at him. She narrowed her eyes squinting at a memory that wouldn't come into focus. And as his brilliant blue eyes looked up and met her gaze, she quickly dropped her gaze away. When she dared to look again, his eyes were once again focused down, but a slight smile graced his lips. Her stop came. Placing the paper into her bag and straightening her skirt, she stood moving towards the doors. He smiled, no smirked at her, as she passed him with a slight glance. She felt an somewhat familiar frisson through her body.
He stepped onto the metro and grabbed the nearest bar above to steady himself as the jerk signaling the start of motion, came. He kept his eyes on the business section held in his hand, casually ignoring his fellow travelers as etiquette demands. He barely noticed how empty the car had become until something broke his concentration. Then he noticed the young woman sitting not too far away who was looking at him, no practically staring, with a thoughtful expression on her lovely face. Feeling eyes upon him was something that he had gotten used to over the years. But somehow this young woman was different. Meeting her narrowed gaze, he smiled slightly at the hasty retreat downward and the blush that stained her cheeks. A hazy memory floated around him, as he found himself glancing up to see her face again. Not an old girlfriend, surely he'd remember. Not a friend of the family or a relative. Not a business partner or an old college classmate. He watched her from hooded eyes as she brushed the invisible creases out of her very prim skirt. He couldn't resist a smirk at her last glance as she passed him. And his nose filled with the lost scent of strawberries.