Notes On Love
Note sull'amore
He's her enemy and she's never even met him.

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help noticing you were alone on the flight. As we have some time to kill I wondered if you’d mind some company… if you’re not expecting anyone of course?”
When she glanced up at me her face was contorted with an angry expression. She looked horrified and dismayed to see me standing in front of her.
“I do mind. I have nothing to say to you,” she snapped and pulled all her shit together without looking up.
It had been years since I’d faced rejection by any woman in conversation and I figured I at least deserved an explanation for the hostility she appeared to harbor toward me.
“Have we met before? I’m sure if we had I would have remembered such a beautiful looking woman,” I asked trying again to be civil.
“Are you fucking serious? Leave me alone,” she demanded, and became more visibly distressed as she sprang to her feet and hurriedly shoved her E-reader and cardigan into an oversized purse.
“Wait—”
“Stay away from me,” she shrieked loudly as she hurriedly moved past me.
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