The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Strangers on a Shuttle
They are meeting for the first time this morning, but no one in the airport shuttle can believe it. He is tall with brown eyes and a compassionate smile. She has green eyes and tucks her hair behind her ear, then pulls the strands back straightaway, bouncing between shyness and boldness. They grin at each other like they have many shared secrets, yet he puts out his hand and introduces himself. She takes it. They carry on with great curiosity about their basic information: who, what, where, when and why–business trips in different directions.
As the shuttle fills up, he asks if he can sit next to her, bridging the divide of the buffer seat that strangers employ if there is space for politeness. She welcomes him. While they chat, other passengers stare into space, look at their phones, and steal glances at a set of people who are smiling far too much for early morning flights.
She takes a call, but still leans over to examine the news stories he’s reading on his phone. He keeps looking at her, and she keeps returning his gaze. They continue laughing and smiling right at each other, here in public, and with all these witnesses, wondering how the story will end.
–Denver International Airport.
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
Marvelous, yet again!
Thank you! I love being a spy. 😀
Paige
Flirting is such an interesting activity to observe…
It seems to make everyone a bit jealous, and then deeply curious. 😀
Paige