Finger combing

After a gentle kiss, the man promptly looked back and stood nearby, waiting for the train to close its doors. He followed her with his eyes as she gets inside, as the train--one of the last ones before the station closes at 11 PM--closes its doors. She sat down and stared at him.

He had been staring at her, at the eyes of the lips he kissed. In one swift brush she smoothed her hair with her fingers, from the part to the tips. She was looking at him and he was looking at her as the train gathered speed, until all they saw was a blur.