From my never-to-be-finished novel SMALL TOWN BOY:
"Flirting on the subway has always been fun. It's harmless and stimulating at the same time, and helps pass the dreary minutes of 'We are being held in the station by the train dispatcher...please be patient'.
I can't remember now where I was headed that day. The doors opened an he got on; he would have been just another anonomously beautiful Hispanic-looking boy but our eyes met and he suddenly became important. He stood in the doorway right next to me...an awkward arrangement since I would need to pointedly turn my head and gape up at him to show my interest. Then I realized he was watching me in the opposite window. So we smiled and flirted by means of reflection.
The train pulled into his station and there was a momentary panic: '...he will get off and I will never see him again'. The doors opened and he stepped off. I turned and saw him standing there at the foot of the stairs, smiling shyly at me. 'Stand clear of the closing doors' came the warning. I jumped up and stepped onto the platform.
We introduced ourselves and he told me where he was heading. We both had somewhere to be within the next half hour. I wrote down my e-mail address and gave it to him. 'I want to kiss you' I said. 'Go ahead' he said. He was a good kisser. 'He's been with women' I thought to myself. Most of the best kissers learn how from their girlfriends when they are young.
I expected never to hear from him again but when I got home there was a message: 'That was my first public kiss' he wrote."