Subway Love #2

The woman who colors my hair told me this story. She's Russian, and her husband is Brazilian, and one day I asked how they met. Five years before, on September 23rd, she was riding the subway from home to work in midtown. She spotted him on the train, exchanging looks as they rode uptown. After a while, she fished a business card out, planning to give it to him as she got off the train. But he got off at her stop, stopped, took her hand and introduced himself. "Have a drink with me" he said. She was working that day. He would wait, he said. And he did. Months later, he wanted to move in together, but she wasn't sure she was ready. They argued, and he left. Days passed and he didn't call, and she resigned herself that it was over. Then, late one night, he called. "Look out your window." She did, and he was there, standing with a single lily in hand. Two years later they were married.