Untitled Part 1

What's your name again?

"....I grew up memorizing all the cracks the walls, staring up at the ceiling watching particles fall see i.." I bobb my head up back and forth as my favorite song by Alessia cara plays. That song always manages to help me block out the sounds of the infuriating other passengers i have to deal with day by day. I love new york but don't get me wrong, sometimes I'd rather not get squished by strangers while trying to reach my destination. As I walk into the crowed train i squish in between a fat guy that smells like onions and a tall lanky dude thats standing right infront of the door as if he's Mr. MTA himself. It takes a while but I finally mange to reach a pole in the middle of the subway cart. Man how I love new York. As the 1 train speeds past multiple stops i try to keep an eye open for any available seats. I see an old woman gathering her many bags and i prepare for my decent to the seat. Just as I'm about to sit a tall guy that looks about 6/1 does. As he passes me the aroma of his cologne passes my nose and I can't help but inhale. He smells so good. But thats besides the matter he took my freaking seat! As he sits down I get a good look at his face and easy on the eyes would be a complete understatement. His eyes are a cloudy grayish color they were a contrast to his jet black hair. His skin olive toned his dark lashes longer than I would have expected. He's gorgeous. I have to stop myself from drooling as I walk to stand infont of him. Gorgeous and an asshole. For awhile i debate whether to say something or just let it go when he looks up at me and asks.

"Would you like a seat?" I look down at him and God I can't help the sarcastic reply that flies out.

"I would have a couple minutes ago" He puts on a confused look and tilts his head to the side as if he's examining my face. I feel my skin heat up everywhere his eyes meet.He stops finally with my eyes. I look back at his, just as I'm about to ask what's wrong the train jerks to a stop and i fall in his lap. We stay like that for a couple seconds before I realize that I'm sitting in a strangers 'might I add a hot one' lap. I get up and wipe imaginary dirt off my backside. All through this he just watches me with a look of amusement in his eyes. After some of the embarrassment drains from me I gather up the courage to say, "Its not funny" His face breaks out into a crooked smile and my heart skips a beat when I see his perfect white teeth. He looks up at me and catches me watching him I don't notice until he clears his throat and says "You stare quite a lot " Im about to feel ashamed when my senses kick in and I reply.

"Look who's talking you were just raping me with your eyes a couple minutes ago." His reaction to that was disappointing but he couldn't hide the surprised look in his eyes. I laugh on the inside and wait for his reply. It takes awhile but he then says "'Raping you with my eyes' UH i wasn't " After he says this i just can't hold in my laughter and I laugh at the awkward moment he just created. Im about to say something when I realize my stop is the next one. I get a little sad, I don't know why. I lift my bag up on my shoulder put my long puffy hair in a low pony and get ready to exit the train, all the while he watches me as I do so. Im about to walk to the door when he holds my wrist. I feel warmth radiating from the wrist he holds and I look down at him. His cheeks heat up a little when I look at him but he then speaks

"Uh I was wondering if you would like to get coffee or grab a snack or something or we could do whatever you want. I mean its up for discussion i just.." He rubs his neck and I smile I then say

"You're rambling, give me your phone." He takes his phone out and hands it to me. I type my number in and save it in his contacts as "Ava the queen".I hand him back his phone and he looks at it with a raised brow. I smile and I'm about to say something smart when the train opens and says "This is 96TH ST the next stop is 72nd st" The doors open and I wave a goodbye to him and exit the train, wrist still warm from his touch.