Horn Ok Please

She had driven all the way across town for a meeting, which didn’t happen eventually. The terrible traffic wasn’t helping her foul mood. She was sick of her being stuck in first gear. Her knees were hurting out of the excessive driving. The tiny rickshaws kept cutting into her lane, adding to her agony. She just wanted to get home and rest.

She didn’t notice the guy in the car next door look at her. She tried to focus on getting some song on the radio, but they were just playing songs she didn’t care about. She rested her head on her steering wheel in frustration.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he knew it was rude to stare, but she was adorable. She was restless in her big huge car, shifting gears even when the car was stationary. He felt a strong urge to just roll down his window and knock on hers. He shook off the thought and smiled. He forced himself to look away. She was just driving a car next to his, she could be married or she could be a mother of 5 kids. He wasn’t the type to flirt with random girls. In fact, it was a long time since he had checked out a girl even.

While he was lost in his thoughts, she had driven away… He looked at where her car had been and shrugged. What if he had knocked on her window?

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  1. Hey, this article struck a similar chord with an experience i had once in the subway. I was visiting friends in NYC and on the way back from clubbing i noticed this girl on the subway. It was probably 3am in the morning and i was standing diagonally opposite to her quite a ways off. I noticed her after a couple of stations and kept glancing at her and after sometime i noticed she was doing the same. Alas my station arrived a little too early and i got off with both of us raising our eyebrows, smiling and shrugging our shoulders, probably thinking of what might have been if only my station was a few blocks away!

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