Stranger on the train.
You asked me if you could sit down, I said yes.
I felt sort of embarrassed because you were so ridiculously good looking.
A kind of guy I would fall for, easily.
I read in my FBI book and I noticed you read your own book,with complicated words.
You glanced over at my book for some time before you asked "What kind of book are you reading?"
I was taken by surprised and answered "Criminology" with a small smirk.
You did not give up that easily and asked if it was for school, I answered enjoyment and you said you were impressed. You studied economy but you really wanted to play music instead.
Guitar, If I remember correctly.
You asked if I was on my way to Oslo, "yes, I'm Norwegian" I answered. You asked why I talked Swedish and that was the start of our conversation.
Before you walked off you asked me for my name and said it sounded Swedish, I said it was. You said your name with empathize on your surname, which I'm sad I can't remember now.
When you walked off somewhere in Sweden you smiled firmly at me and I was sad that I was never going to see you again.
