We were sitting opposite each other. She dark green sweatshirt with a design not well defined above, jeans and tennis shoes. He
hair styling for a few days before, was right not perfect given the time and situation. The hair was black, very shiny. A lock to cover part of the face, which he always returned to his place after she tried to move it. Even her eyes were dark-colored, brown I think, and they also reflected the smallest glimmer of light. The color of the skin was clear. Every now and then passed the index fingernail of his right hand in his face as if there was anything to take away. The point at which he spent his finger for a moment ... it became red, which was contrary to the clear skin, but then came back the natural color. I stared at more often, every time she reciprocated with a smile. I tried to always look for the eyes, but since I always find them directly might seem excessive, I sought her eye reflection of the glass. I can not be sure that she would do the same from his point of view, but I like to think so.
At some point, we get to sleep almost in unison, or rather to bring us into a state of half-sleep to try to recover a minimum of energy can not fully recover the night before.
But I can not get to sleep .. even at the level of drowsiness and I would sit and watch while she has her eyes closed. I think that I approached a little to the vision that Dante had before Beatrice. In sleep he moved his lips slowly, as if his dream was saying something. I would just look at it and to seek out other details about her. I note that the earrings, those little ones little ones. Dots that are ready to consider as soon as we get a direct light on it. Every time she opened her eyes to know what was going on around her, I smiled a slight smile. But still, no word from either of them.
In the meantime I'm trying to figure out what its origin. Seeking then to see some features. More and more I look I see a resemblance to my cousin, apart from the color of hair and eyes. So, just to the question of the feature, I think she is from Turin, overlooking the simple solution. But as far as I could be the bell, may be Sicilian Tuscan or otherwise. He never said a word, so I have no elements to be able to unbalance the region of origin.
V
edo who occasionally watches the mobile, as if waiting for a call. Between me and me begin the questions: is waiting for a call boy? or maybe just some friends?
I tell you to ask me questions like that, so ... I could not be answered.
At one point, he began moving his lips ... seems to be humming. I can guess from what humming sores, despite not reaching a hissing voice. He's singing "Hello Beautiful." I raise my eyebrows for a moment, surprised.
While humming a call comes in, she says. I try to listen, not so much to know what to say, but to try to discover the country of origin. But nothing speaks with no accent. The call does not last as long, at most a minute. Can not get any new information on her.
I tell myself that maybe it was time to let me out, at least ask her name and where he came from, just to take off at least these doubts. But over time that I use to take the "courage" she pulls out of the bag the iPod and start listening to music. Grrr, now I do not think most of the case bother with questions while she is there that want to listen to music.
I am one of those situations that one might expect life, is one of the most random ways, and in my view, romantic, to meet a girl meet each other in the face by accident, because you need to take a trip together. No coincidence that follows the story of one of the few romantic movies that I can stand: "Before Sunrise". But nothing ... I can not say any words. I stay on my own, I pretend to sleep or think about some kind of philosophical theory that should keep me busy and then I could not do even the most stupid and trivial little question (which maybe she expected too).
The trip is now over. I can at least ask you at least say hello. She reciprocates.
not ever see her again.
