but i must have felt that confident casual way he stretches himself out, so leisurely, so slow, like a smile. he takes his seat across from me when the car is almost empty and this isn't the first time.
i look over to see him there as though he'd been all along, as though this time and the last were a second ago, instead of a few weeks. i set my book down and he picks up our conversation from where we last left off.
"it took you 3 stops to notice me," he reminds me again before he steps out into the street.
it took me 3 more stops to breathe right.
