The man was handsome too, Arisa had noted with a bit of shame. His eyes were kind -- confused, but kind.
When she saw the unnamed stranger again, she approached him and engaged him awkwardly in conversation. Her brazen behavior was rewarded with lunch. After the meal, he stroked her hair gently and a stirring in her heart told her that was his personal way of saying "I love you", but something in his eyes told her she'd never seen the stranger again.
Despite sharing lunch and talk, she knew he was more of anonymity than any other person could be.