the one with green windbreaker.

I was waiting for the train to take me home. This weekend has been a different and memorable one. More friends, more laughter, more food.  Taking out my book, my headphone and I was taken in my own world.

I took a glance at the opposite stand. One tall and slim figure. Wearing a blue sweatshirt with a green windbreaker. Black, and short hair, with some facial hair. Clean and neat Carrying a backpack. Walking and sit at the opposite seat, facing me. 'Well, he's cute.' There's just something about him that made me can't take eyes off him. Continue with my reading.

10 minutes. My train still hasn't come. All of sudden someone approached me and sat next to me. I raised my head and saw him.

'Hi'
I looked at him and looked back at his seat, the one where I saw him just now. Then I looked at him back.
'Hi', I replied.
'What are you reading?' he asked. He has this soft and low voice, a bit husky, a bit sexy if you asked me.
I showed him the front cover.
'Nice. Where are you going?'he asked again.
'Terrassa.' I replied. Still in my mind I thought this is a dream.
'Oh. I'm going to Sants, meeting my friends there, we're going hiking today.' He explained, with one cute smile. Now that he's next to me, I noticed his blue eyes, his long, curl eyelashes, and his straight nose.
'Then what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be waiting over there?' I asked out of curiosity.
'Well, I have another 15 minutes for my train'
'And?' wondering why he's here at the first place.
'And I was hoping I can give you this.'

He took a pen from his jeans pocket. He took my hand and wrote something on my palm. I looked at him in dumbfoundment. I freezed. Felt like I can't even move when he touched my hand. Letting him took my hand, his cold and big hand.

Then he let my hand go. He stood.
'Call me whenever you want, okay?'

And just like that, my weekend is perfect.