Are you a photographer?
She says, pointing to his camera
As if that is what interests her.
Yes.
He says, nodding his head
As if that is why he is looking her up and down.
And they begin to talk
About snapshots and light and focus
And other metaphors
Until he abruptly departs at his station.
In a desperate attempt to keep his eye,
Do you have any advice?
She asks
As if she wanted to hear any.
Take all the pictures you can.
He answers
As if he is not interested in giving any.
And as the doors close, he turns
And asks to take her picture
Pretending it is simply for recreation.
She obliges
And smiles coyly
As he captures the proof through clouded glass.
He leaves.
She leaves.
But her smile grows bigger,
Thinking about him staying.
She notices something on the wall and is distracted
But then catches her reflection in the moving mirror
And smiles again,
Seeing what he saw,
And agreeing.