One tall. Red sweatshirt covering oversized scrubs for you lanky frame. A draw string badge hanging from the front of your shirt indicating a medical profession. Probably a hospital aid, or someone who works in a nursing home. You have two pairs of glasses perched on your head- one occupying the bridge of your nose and the other carefully tossing your hair. Your arm reaches out in a protective way, cutting off the line of sight for curious onlookers from seeing the same thing you have the blessing to look on. Your voice is somewhere between a chortle and a sarcastic aside, thought you don't mean it that way. Your short linear mouth only really moves when you smile, and you do that a lot when you look at your protection.
The other could not be more different from you. Short where was tall, round where was stretched, floral patterns where were neutrals and solids. On a periferial view, even the piercings are reversed- many where were none. I see you both wear matching necklaces, hidden but resting on important skin instead of factory cloth.
The hesitancy is cute. Both leaning in before remembering the public transportation part of this encounter and pulling away. Afraid to cause a disturbance. But I saw the tender removal of a draw string badge and the gentle placing in a pocket. Keeping safe without a name. Anonymous in adoration, knowing private jokes are better than public displays. The look is clear, unmistakeable really. That's what love always looks like.
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