I’m at the airport, waiting with my father for a flight to come in.
There is a boy sitting across and a few seats to the right, facing me. I look at him, he looks back at me frankly. I have sunglasses on, I am not sure if my stare is obvious. There is no smile on either side.
He is kind of beautiful, lean, early 30s maybe, a clean attractive face, short hair, sideburns, casual business attire. He doesn’t read or amuse himself with a phone, he just sits there quietly.
My father is speaking to me, we talk quietly, I keep stealing glances at the boy, occasionally we seem to just look at each other, expressionless, like creatures feeling each other out, giving nothing away. It is odd and I am not sure if he is looking past me or at me, I prickle a little under it.
I take my business card out of my wallet, slip it into the back pocket of my jeans, I am thinking of passing it to him, I wonder if he is maybe younger than I guessed, I wonder if he is too young. My father is still speaking, irrelevancies, pleasantries.
The boy gets up, walks past me to the bin, he is tall, I watch him move, a saunter, a little self consciousness, sweet.
The plane we are waiting for arrives, finally. My father and I get up to go to the gate, he is still talking to me as we walk away, I excuse myself for a moment.
I go back to where the boy is still sitting, he looks up with a question mark on his face as I approach. I lean down to him, uncomfortable proximity for a stranger.
Very softly I whisper, “I just wanted to say out loud that you are beautiful…”
I don’t linger, I don’t give him my card, I step back and catch a very quick glimpse of the shock on his face, his mouth curled into a puzzled smile, lips parted as if he might say something… I turn and walk away from him.
I get back to the gate with a huge grin on my face, my father looks at me oddly but doesn’t ask, and we wait for the passengers to come down the walkway.