finding truth without guilt

She got on at Borough Hall on the number two train line. She sat in the corner seat across from him. He noticed her, but did not want to look directly at her. For he did not want to deliver to her palms an excess of appreciation. He suddenly thought to himself as he tried too hard to look in a different direction 'Be honest with yourself. This is not where you want to look. You want to look at her. Do it.' He loosened his neck and allowed it to turn slightly to his left and allowed himself this momentary period of bliss. Her beauty was unspeakable. As soon as his look laid on her like silk bedding, she returned the same look. They smiled at each other, and even though no words were exchanged, they both knew it was as genuine as it gets. They exited at the same stop, but she walked with the swift urgency of a student...in fear that she might have actually liked what she glanced into.