He sat on the pavement, watching the cars whiz past. The smoke stung his eyes and he used the dirty sleeve of his shirt to wipe his face. The throng eases and he steps forward, cautious not to appear too eager. His eyes scan the occupants rapidly before alighting on the one he wants.
She does not seem to notice his existence, her eyes fixated on the compact mirror she is looking at. He loves the startled look that his insistent tapping on the window generates, he watches as she takes in his appearance.
The lights turn green and the car moves away as in slow motion, leaving him with a vacant smile on his face.
She definitely looks better on screen, he decides and walks away slowly.
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