A: hey.

B: (silence)

A: uh...hey...hi? you don't know me...

B: (silence)

A: you...uh...you just got off the train? I saw you. I mean I saw you on the train, and I saw you get off the train, so I saw you both times. I saw you.

B: (silence)

A: Well...and I don't normally do this, but I noticed you had pink socks on, you do have pink socks on, and that, I like them, and that it got me to thinking about what kind of person wears pink socks like that and forgive me, but I automatically assumed that you were a foreigner, or that, no, that you weren't born here, not that a majority of people living in a place are born in that place, or maybe they are I don't know, but i thought that you must have been, or are, from, somewhere, else.

B: (silence)

A: you're just...beautiful.

B: (silence)

A: That's what I said. In my head I said..."my God...you're beautiful" and I thought about how you were looking down most of the time and about your cheeks and that strip of softness right between your cheeks and your eyes. Tired.

B: (silence)

A: Are you tired?

B: (silence)

A: Hey...are you tired?

B: (nods)

A: yeah...and...just...beautiful.

(pause)

A: okay.

(A starts to leave)

B: wait.

(a very long pause)

(B slaps A in the face)

(a very long pause)

(A exits.)