I don’t know what it was exactly. But his eyes… They were so brown!
And his eyebrows… So questioning.
His look was like feeling at home. In a mysterious way.
And I’ve never seen such big and yet such pleasant and comforting hands.
His lips were like in a constant smile. But so small as if he was happy about something only he knows. Slightly curled.
He was attractive, most attractive in a most uncommon way.
With his sunglasses tucked in his pullover, with his far too old jeans and with his strange little beard that gave him an even more sympathetic look.
And then there was his look, out of the train window, towards the sunset. As if he thinks about something deeper. As if he knows something deeper.