The easiest way is in the left window, however obstructed by a man's head, the only way I can see your face is by leaning in close to the window, thus making the process of catching your eye impossible. Alternatively your reflection in the right-hand window, this is much better than the left, I see your eyes almost meet mine as you stare out into the night, in my mind's eye I picture you listening to you listening to 'Nothing Compares' by Sinead O'Conner.
This leaves me one option, to stare straight at you across the first class carriage, the middle class gentleman to your left-wing seems to give you the eye, does his shirt and tie really do it for you? My only option is to stare. But I am not of your kind, I am not a 'First Classer', I was put here due to lack of seating, but lucky for me the snow made it free. I apologise that you've had to bare with my stare.
You make eye contact over your complimentary cappuccino, I melt as I sip my Fanta. To the prettiest girl I ever saw, you left me in Leighton Buzzard.
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