She’s a very attractive woman.
Particularly when you look past her subtle make-up and realise what age she is.
I’d guess that she’s late 40s, her long dark hair tied back showing her pretty features although the lines under her eyes give the game away.
She’s dressed to thrill, classic rather than trendy. Her dress reminds me of the one that Julia Roberts wore to the polo match in Pretty Woman, only this has black polka-dots and is fitted rather than flouncy and accentuates her shapely figure.
She sits with her legs crossed, the increased tension and her recent fake-tan, emphasises the muscle tone in her legs.
Those are great legs.
She is directly opposite me ten feet away with the entrance foyer between us.
We are both sitting on the aisle side of a bank of three seats and as the train is relatively quiet we have an unencumbered view of each other and it’s difficult not to get caught looking never mind making eye contact.
Occasionally our eyes meet as we both look up and forward at the same time then just as quickly we look away.
I mean, we are on a train, what’s going to happen?