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He met her with two coffees and a smile. Made her laugh and blush, hiding her face behind her shawl. She was nervous, he liked that. They got to the entrance of the subway, what are you going to do now? she asked. I got nothing planned, ride the train with you to your work maybe? She paused for a second, then, Okay.

As he sat on the train her sleepy head on his shoulder her coffee yet to kick in, a mariachi band played a love song on the crowded car. He pulled a dollar from his pocket and her warm breath on his neck made him wish his dollars were pesos and the train was a boat and instead of traveling under the East River they were floating on top of the Pacific, their coffees replaced by beers, the bumps of the tracks rather the crashes of waves. He wished it because he knew it would never happen.

They got to her stop. She kissed him on the cheek, got up and turned to him with sad eyes. Eyes that reflected what everyone in the train surely knew, that this was it. Now what are you going to do? Not sure, he replied as he avoided her eyes and looked down at his empty coffee cup, Get another coffee I guess.

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