New York City

Metropolitan Diary: Familiar sight

Dear Diary:

I was on an uptown No. 1 train. Across the aisle was a young man who looked to be in his early 20s. He had long, thick, curly red hair. There was a guitar case on the floor next to him.

We looked at each other and smiled. I got off at the next stop.

Around two months later, I got on another uptown 1. I sat down, looked up and saw the young red-haired man with his guitar case across the aisle and two seats away.

We looked at each other. His eyes widened in surprise and his face broke into a grin.

I’m sure I looked surprised, too, and I grinned, too.

In two stops, he got off the train. We were both smiling.

— Deametrice Eyster