I saw that the metro doors weren’t closed and the metro wasn’t full when I walked down the stairs to the quay of line 13 this morning. I got the impression that he was waiting for me, Guillaume that is.
We went from a smile and a “have a good day” last Thursday to being on a first name basis today.
I had seen him before Thursday even. I tend to look around a lot while riding the metro. I love studying my fellow travelers; trying to read their emotions. Not always easy since people on the metro try really hard to avoid eye-contact.
My impressions of him from a distance: Kind, relaxed and most likely a tad shy-ish.
That’s why I was surprised he took off his headphones this morning and started talking with me.
“Bonjour, what are you listening to?” he asked. “Do you have magic coming out from there? I can’t help but always see you smile. Are you always this energetic and good humored?”
I smiled and told him that no, no magic, just whatever I feel like listening to and yes, I always smile, but sometimes that smile is hiding how I really feel.
“I saw you dance to your music last week; I think it was on Friday. I was having a bad day that day and when I saw you I couldn’t help but smile. It turned my day around.”
I remember it was Thursday. The metro was having problems and I was waiting on the quay. With one metro “parked” at the quay it looked like it was going to take a while. People around me were getting tense. I always feel like none of them has a minute or two to spare in their day and that always makes me feel a little rebellious.
That’s when I noticed my next-door neighbor standing severely squished in the parked metro. She noticed me too, we both waved. I then did a silly little dance to make my neighbor laugh. It worked, but not just on my neighbor. This fellow traveler waiting in line is looking at me with a big smile on his face.
We both got on the next metro and ended up standing next to each other. I felt a tad awkward after being caught. We didn’t talk, but when he got off the metro we exchanged a quick “have a good day.”
Little did I know that I made his Thursday a better day…
Was he really waiting for me? It doesn’t matter. What matters are his words. Knowing that my smile has the power to change someone’s day.
“A bientôt, Guillaume.”