Die-cast Awaitension

Mr. Ii is once again in an acrimonious mood; feeling exhausted, depressed, and sick of it all.

He’s just got on the Oimachi-sen at Jiyugaoka Station. On his way to Futako-Tamagawa. Staring abashedly at the men, both young and old, posing and preening at their reflections in dark windows.

Those fools spend more time than women prettying themselves up; twisting and twirling their wax-caked curls, so desperate to look their best to look the same.

All pretense on the outside, because there’s no substance within.

Then, in a kindasorta afterthought he notices her noticing him, an exceptionally cute lady-on-her-way-to-the-office much younger than he. She immediately looks away, of course, but once or twice looks back. Even allows a smile.

Should I do something? What should I do? Do something, you idiot – there’s only three stations left!

Mr. Ii dares himself to approach her, which he ultimately does, in painstakingly small steps.

Maybe she’s only being polite. Could be she thinks I’m a weirdo.

The young lady sees what he’s up to, smiles coyly.

Two stations left!

By the time the train’s reached his destination, he’s standing next to her. And his heart is pounding terribly, as this is a first for him. The train doors are opening; passengers scatter erratically. The young lady lingers a moment, lets him notice, but eventually is forced to leave.

And it’s in that moment Mr. Ii reaches into his coat pocket, retrieves a business card and pen, scribbles something on it and drops it in an open pocket of her bag.

That was amazingly stupid…

…but better than nothing.

Posted by Mr. Eyes in: Stories   29 September, 2008   Tags: Futako-Tamagawa, Jiyugaoka Station, Mr. Ii, Oimachi-sen

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