With the likes of school kids, business people, and the annoying buzz of motor vehicles. It was yet another early morning rush hour. As I approached the lights button, our hands met simultaneously for the first time. The way, in which our eyes clashed, the chill breeze on my face, and the pounding of my heart due to my senses, there was an instant emotion of love at first sight. However nothing was said. As the green man commenced flickering indicating that it is time to walk, my usually fast and steady stride, was replaced by a slow wondering stroll towards the other side. Upon arrival at the other end of the road, our eyes met for one last time and finally we were off into our own direction.
             His name was James; he owned a small book store across the road from where I worked as an accountant for some guy called Lenny, who does nothing else with his life but smoke lucky strikes, and every 3 hours or so when he is out of ciggs yell out, "you finished them books yet, have a break and go get me another deck, be quick". Any how James had that kind of Brad Pitt shaven hair cut, messy face giving him that look like he hasn't shaven in quite some time and the most adorable set of glasses, making him the ideal man, bound to be my future love. My life was pretty ordinary until this day, I had a husband named Andrew, who worked in some stuck up law firm, and together we lived in a small stuffy apartment in Brooklyn across the road from the train station. Everyday I would wake up, say a few mingled words to Andrew and get the 7:15 train into the Broncs where I started work at 8:30.
             As I entered the office, I quickly gave a wave to Lenny to let him know I'm here and stormed to my office. My heart thumping with every millilitre of blood entering it through my veins, completely out of breath and about a million different things running through my head; stupid things like just wondering whether he
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