Man in the Boston Metro:

“You’re forgetting the most important thing: kiss the most beautiful boy in the world”
Girls around him look uncomfortable, they try to give and receive knowing looks but I don’t know. I would have talked to him.
“Bucket List. With Jack Nicholson. See it. If it doesn’t make you cry, you have no heart.”
I don’t like that she just made eye contact with me.
The metro train stops.
“Jack, let’s go.”
A man who looks far more “homeless” than the one talking stands up. He has long hair, long facial hair, a green hat. The two leave the metro. The girls sit, wearing almost identical empire waist tank tops and cut-offs.
Thank god he’s gone, they’re probably thinking, while I note to watch the film (though I heard it wasn’t very good). The Asian one sits down, while the blonde one with the neon pink sunglasses on her head keeps standing. She pops her gum, looking bored.
It was like watching a parallel universe. In mine, I would have talked to him.