Stranger on a train

Here I sit, waiting for the train.
It's hot, I have no water and I'm almost done with my book.
Out of nowhere, a stranger comes walking down the ramp. Like a freak occurrence. A bolt of lightning, without any rain.

He is pale, and his eyes wander in search of something, or maybe someone.
I continue to read.
I look up, and suddenly the stranger has appeared in front of me. His gaze focuses on me.
Why? I can't tell.
I'm nothing special. I have nothing to offer.
He asks for my name. I tell him.

"That's a pretty name."

I can feel my face turning pink.
We talk a bit more and then the train arrives.
He follows me onboard.

I thought that would be the end of a random meeting.

But it wasn't. Everything changed after that.

I wish I had taken a cab.