But I'm A Creep

There he was, a vision to behold. He was a cross between Edward and Chuck, a cross between two bloodlines, so dangerous.

As the train pulled into the blue station, she stared blankly out of the window at the scenery flashing past... Until her eyes met his. Time too, seemed to grind to a standstill. He was clad simply in a blue striped workshirt. The kind with white cuffs that made one look so distinguished. He was the lucid in the blur. Then opportunity passed them by, as the train finally stopped and their doors were not aligned.

Weeks passed and she wondered if it was all an illusion; if she would ever see him again.

One day, when she was feeling blue and her head hung low, she stepped out onto the platform at her destination. As she lifted her head, there he was in a blue shirt, two left feet away from her, hair tousled carelessly the same as the first time. He was ahead of her and rapidly ascending the staircase. She turned away, determined not to lose her principles for a guy.

[update] On the last day, their paths cross again as she exits the gantry. Trailing behind, blending in with the rush hour crowd, she makes her way to the office. Delighted to find that the sharp figure - so dandily clad in light gray suit and a crisp white shirt, hair so carelessly brushed back - was walking her way, she wondered when she would ever see him again.[/update]