Chicago: Short Story - Infatuation..

*yawn*
pretty buildings..
10 stops to go..
*yawn*
gotta keep my bag near me..
*yawn*
*fade to black*

what?
*yawn*
pretty girl..
nice smile..
she's laughing..
is she laughing at me?
she's laughing at me! i was asleep!! :|

she just came in.. still standing..
and.. she sat right across me..
nice eyes..
beautiful..
she looked at me! :O
fast! look away!
she smiled again..
lovely lips..
stop looking at her already..!
she looked again!!!
what music could she be listening to?
the old guy next to her left..
should i sit there?
...

wuss..

*next stop: Clark.*
but.. she's still here.. she's not standing up..
Jackson connects with the pink line as well..
i'll just.. wait a bit more..
she's moving to the rythm of her music..
so graceful..
sit with her! say something!!

but what? :S
dont want her to think i'm..
the "flirty" guy.. a stalker?! :|

*next stop: Jackson.*
she stood up!
door's openning..
she's standing there.. right next to me..
say something!
she smiled at me..
*grin*
"go ahead.."
*weak hand gesture*
she smiled again..
arrghh!!

i shouldn't follow her..
there she goes..
north, red line to Howards..
there she went.

beautiful.
gone.

such childish thoughts..
so easily infatuated.

.. oh well.

kind of reminds me of Dave Matthews' song, Little Thing..