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Gonshu, a blue sky; and a long summer. And, it’d all begun on the way home, on a crowded train, that had ceased moving inside a tunnel, ‘due to a sudden loss of power;’ they said.

She’d sat across the aisle from me and I knew she was looking, to see if I was.

And, I had been.

It’d been the eyes that’d got me… dark and deep.

The Chinese woman I’d been watching wore a smart suit, the skirt cut tight.

She’d worn dark nylons on her legs: and fine, really fine black high heels; the arch and instep very high.

I’d been watching her awhile. Reflected in the window.

She had interested me.

Her every move had fascinated me: as she had swept a strand of hair away from her face; how she had viewed the world gaze lowered, eyes looking downward.

Abruptly the train had started up again, with a jolt.

And, glancing to my left, the leg crossed over a knee had flicked out suddenly… so that the tip of the shiny shoe caught the shin of the man sitting opposite.

I’d turned at his exclamation of pain, as I’m now sure that she wanted me to do.

As she’d apologised her eyes had met mine.

And, it was then that I’d considered that her actions had been intentional.

But, I digress.

I had turned away, momentarily embarrassed at being caught watching.

Turning, I’d looked back out of the window, as I’d heard her laugh: She’d a light musical laugh, which I’d heard as the fellow she’d kicked made light of her ever-so accidental act.

“This station is Lime Street Station, depart here for the City Line” boomed out the speakers and the doors had opened.

And, as the passengers, myself included, departed the train, I’d lost track of the girl.

Just what does a girl have to do to get noticed?”

She had asked. Long black hair framing her face, as she’d inclined her head a little to the right.

“Kick his shin?” I had suggested half an hour later, in the station café and bar, over coffee.

She’s asked the question a second time, as I’d not answered it the first time; still rendered dumbstruck by her appearance at my side.

It’d been as if she’d appeared from nowhere; from amongst that teeming mass of people, all intent on their own lives.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

She’d asked, to break the long silence that had followed after I’d taken our drinks to the small copper top table by the window, where she’d chosen to sit.

She’d crossed her left knee over the right, her shoe dangling from the front of her foot and swung back and forth as she flicked her toes: as I recalled her doing on the train.

The blue-black sheen of nylon covering her legs fascinated me, ensuring a desire to caress them. I hadn’t though. Instead, I’d raised my eyes to meet hers.

I recall I’d smiled with a Cheshire Cat smile on my face, then said to her:

“A penny. A pound? It’s a giveaway.”

And that day, I’d felt like I’d won at the roulette table of life – the day I met Xu Gonshu, with whom I shared an excellent summertime.