This
evening, coming home from
class. I had skipped a class. Of course, I knew that made it much more probable for
us to meet.
I got into the train, and looked for her. She wasn't there. I took my habitual seat, and waited.
It didn't take too long for her to appear. Beautiful as ever, she was with a friend. At the same moment, a guy I know, enters the train, sees me and sits down in front of me.
We begin chatting, while she walks to the train's door and resumes smoking her cigarrete. I don't know if she saw me.
As the three of us get down in the same station, I hoped my friend would go away, and we could have some chat, since we haven't talked to each other in weeks.
But, as my friend and me get down, I realize that she is not leaving the train.
Where is she going? I wonder. I don't know. I don't know why I skipped classes so that I think about her, once again.