Subway Love #1

A few mornings ago, a Chinese couple rode the 6 train with me. The train emptied at Grand Central, and I noticed them, quiet on the other end of the car. She sat, while he stood in front of her, both staring straight ahead with the morning-commute glaze. As we approached 23rd St., he spoke to her. Her face lifted, and he leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead. For a moment, they seemed caught in their own world. When we arrived at the station, he touched her face for a moment, then was gone.