Imaginations

The tough looking, boyish one rushed through the door, already verging towards the two empty seats before even entering the train. Two more follow, looking more girly, more like a tourists in a situation they have yet to encounter for their first time. They feel secure around their guide, with smiles and eyes full of gratitude and admiration as they smoothly glide into the empty bench, made available by their eager heroine. They giggle and look around with that air of novelty inexperienced subway riders usually have. Something is new to them. Is it the subway itself, their guide, the destination, the situation, or little combination of it all? In any case, they giggle, giving the sign that this adventure will continue as proposed. The boyish one standing looks into them, cooing them secretly with her thoughts, making every attempt to meet their eyes for a quick show of her confidence. The train continues deeper into Brooklyn. Silence and staring eyes envelops them. The sitting girls get alarmed by the rustle of a stranger, but then calm at the touch of their standing leader. Their excited giddiness has turned into a nervous anticipation. "Of what" I ask myself as I exit. Discovering something new is my only guess.