Amira S. Pass

What I noticed first was the contrasting meek ‘sorry’ and direct eye contact she gave when bumping me as we crossed the street. I guess she was not a big talker but definitely not shy since she did everything short of physical contact to make sure I knew she was talking to me. She boldly wore a berry colored coat and plaisey scarf in the standard black, brown, grey, and olive green sea that winter brings. Like the typical tech obsessed young person, her iPhone was clenched tightly in her hand and in the quick moment of contact, I heard an audience laughter instead of music. That brought a smile to her face lending her the impression of a happy and light personality. Her pace quickened once we reach the sidewalk, making me wonder which she was rushing to get to; school or one of the local trains for work. The last thing I saw before we parted ways was her battered red and black checkered book bag. The dirty bottom and tear on one of the arms alluded to her lifestyle. It had to be on-the-go with little complications from whatever could fit into that bag. One could forever ponder how many adventures they’ve gone on together.