how did i even met her?

i had to blog this down. in case one day, my memory of this beautiful meeting gives up on me.


PART 1.
 
It was an August Wednesday. I've been working for about slightly longer than 2 months at the point of time. The commute was very boring and uninteresting. Not to mention the overcrowding issue on the trains, the random train stalling and of course, Monday blues.

I can't exactly remember when I first saw her, but it had to be July. There she was, all alone sitting by herself in the cabin. Interestingly, she always sat in that particular cabin, but of course in random seats. Young, probably younger than me or around my age. Nice heels, I thought to myself. They don't look like the everyday heels you see other office ladies wear.

The next day came, the next week came and soon I found myself noticing her more and more. What's more, she always alights at the same stop as me. Nicoll Highway? Not many people alight here. To make things even more clearer, on most days it was just the 2 of us stepping out of the train together.

As time goes by, I finally realised why she chose that cabin, and why she always alights at that particular door(s). Because the escalator leading to the exit is the nearest from that door. Well. I should have known!

Day by day, I wondered to myself, does she work where I worked at? Some days, I won't see her. Some days, I will even spot her at the nearby hawker centre. Some days she will have earphones plugged in. Some days she will be typing furiously away on her smartphone. Some days.... she dresses really nice :)


So back to that August Wednesday. I saw her on the East-west line actually. So I gathered that she had to stay somewhere in the west area. When we were finally on the Circle Line cabin, she was just there, sitting by herself, stoning and looking straight ahead in front of her like any ordinary working adult.

She was wearing this red, or maroon dress. It looked really pretty on her, I have to be honest. That usual pair of heels again. It was brown, or was it red?

I have this fleeting idea. "Eric, go talk to her. You only have to open your mouth and say Hi."

Nah it won't work.

"For fuck's sake Eric, grow some balls and do something out of your uninteresting life before you die."

*Next stop, Nicoll Highway.*

I knew I have to do something. Of course, at this point of time I was genuinely curious about this girl, this lady, who I've been riding the train with for the past 2 months, always seeing her at the same cabin and alighting at the same stop.

The train came to a halt. She and I met at the same doors. The doors opened, and she strides out. I followed suit behind her. At the sametime, another lady behind us caught up with us. So there we were, 3 of us walking to the escalator.

She, the girl, stopped short of walking up the escalator. I waited behind her, while the lady behind us walked up, probably rushing off to work. Tapped out of the gantry. Walked towards the longer escalator.

"This is it. There's no one behind us. Walk up to her, stand beside her, turn your bloody head around and say, Hi."

Sometimes I wonder what really goes on in my head.

My legs began its motion. Walked up. Looked behind; there wasn't a single soul. This was too perfect! THIS IS A SIGN.

Stood beside her.

Turned around.

Smiled.

"Hi, do you work at The Concourse?"

END