Suggested by Alecto
When she spoke, it was as light as air, and her laughter equally so; floating over the rhythmic clatter of the train. It enchanted. And Kunzite could hardly look away either as blonde hair played in the breeze from the cracked window. Wisps as playful as her bubbly voice while she chatted away on her cell phone. He didn't know when the girl would be disembarking the train, but he knew, as they made eye contact, they'd be exchanging numbers before the sun slipped below the verdant fields that clipped past as quick as his heartbeat.