i was walking towards the escalator when i first caught sight of him. he was seated at a bench by the fountain looking at nothing in particular. he had his hand covering a good portion of his face, with only his eyes exposed. he looked impatient, restless actually basing on his eyes' severe expression. he sat slouched in his end of the bench, legs apart, one arm across his chest, his body language screaming to be left alone. though i was only able to catch a brief glimpse of him, the image in my head was clear, it was complete. i already knew the shape of his face, how he wore his styled hair, how tight his white round neck shirt clung to his muscular body, how well fitting his dark jeans were, how he can sit with lots of attitude. he was truly a very attractive man.
i did not however allow this image to linger long in my head as what do i do with such a vision? there was no use for me to retain it. he was simply a good thing to see, to notice, to appreciate, to savor in my head, and that was all i allowed him to be. i headed towards the bookstore at the top floor and proceeded to search for my book, my original purpose why i was there. a significant amount of time later and having made my purchase, i decided to call it a day and headed back towards where i parked. as i came down the escalator and walked past lazy looking stores, i came upon him again, this time, he was walking towards me. he looked exactly as how i remembered him. he had the same hair, same tight fitting shirt hugging his well built physique, same well fitting jeans. he wore the same severe look as well as the same strong attitude. he strode down the path and went towards the wash room as i walked past him, we, barely inches from coming into contact. he went in through the door as i continued on to another escalator, down to my car. his image in my head now also included a swagger, a peculiar gait, a cadence. i then tried again to ask my memory to let him go as i fumbled to look for my keys.