Is that him...? No.

I woke the next morning on the sofa. The empty bottle of wine had rolled onto the floor, and as I picked it up I noticed a big red wine stain on my jacket and shirt. With a sigh I peeled them off and threw them in the washing machine. I then set about clearing up the flat.

Over the weekend I completely forgot about the kiss. Not once did that mysterious stranger cross my mind. In fact, it wasn't until Monday morning that I thought about him again.

I was sitting in a meeting at work, taking notes, when my pen suddenly conked out. Rolling my eyes I reached into my pocket to search for another one, and my hand brushed against paper. In curiosity I pulled it out. It was a half chewed business card.

Must've gone through the wash, I thought to myself. I could barely make out the information on it, but on the reverse side there was a picture of a man. I squinted at it.

My heart jumped as I recognised the face. It was him. The stranger.

As soon as the meeting ended, I rushed back to my desk and pulled out the card again. His name was Joe Winters. His job title had washed out. Perhaps I could make out his telephone number... I agnonised over the little numbers for ages, but the paper was so ruined that I could only work out about half of it.

Would I have phoned him anyway? What would I have said? "Oh hi, you kissed me on the train the other day..."

I don't think so.

I found myself thinking back to the kiss. Even though it had only been very quick, it was amazing. I couldn't explain why, it just had been.

Then I pulled myself together. I was never going to see him again, and I was wasting my time even thinking about him. The best thing to do would be to put him out of my mind for good.

With a little sigh I pushed the business card through the shredder.


At the end of the day,  I packed up as usual and headed down to the Tube station. It was the usual rush hour panic, and I found my patience running lower than normal.

Someone pushed me roughly from behind. I turned around to glare at them but they'd hurried off. I could barely see where I was going.

'Excuse me?' said a low voice ahead of me. I looked up and my stomach flipped, and for a second I thought it was him. But then he smiled and stepped around me, walking away. What was wrong with me? He was gone!

I pulled my handbag further onto my shoulder and headed towards the train platform.

The End

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