“Oh, hey! How are you?”
Danielle looked up to see her friend Cary getting on the train. With his suitcoat-topped-sweater and his neatly-styled hair, he looked like a Cary—like an old-fashioned, dapper film star. She had not seen him in quite some time. He sat down next to her. She smiled.
“I’m good. Tired, but you know…” she trailed off.
“Right, who isn’t?” He smiled back at her. “Where’s Alex? Don’t you guys work at the same place?”
“Yeah, but he comes in later and stays later. That’s one reason it’s so hard for me to get up in the morning, because I’m the only one actually getting up.”
“I totally get it. So he stays really late sometimes, huh?”
“Yep, he does.”
As the train rolled on, they talked about many things—mutual friends, what they were doing for Thanksgiving, movies that they wanted to see. They laughed. The conversation carried on naturally, like an avalanche. And all the while there was a tiny voice in the back of Danielle’s head reminding her that she could have been with him.
It’s true; she could have. Danielle and Cary’s moment had come and gone a few years ago. They met because they always went to Myopic Books at the same time. They would peruse the shelves, he would touch her arm too often, she would grin like an idiot. Then she met Alex at the office, and for some reason she could not quite recall now that she was back in Cary’s presence, she had chosen to be with him.
She and Alex had a good relationship. It was solid and steady and full, like a barge. She had kept in touch with Cary on facebook, and that was enough. But now with his body, smile, voice, mind so close to her, Danielle spent her commute pulsing with regret.
Have to get back to work, but wanted to update. Excited that I get to work from home tomorrow. Really want to go see The Muppets. Like...right now. Who's with me?