She sits alone crunching carrots and contimplating her desirability

She had just seen him and he was wonderful
What is he thinking? she silently demands

She slips off her jacket revealing her naked shoulders uncovered by her notice-me-strapless dress

Did he notice?

Enters another man, or should she say boy?
He is shorter and more and less like herself
She doesn't know who's hands to jump in
PLUS she is almost out of carrots

CRUNCH CRUNCH

And OH! Yet another one, standing on the opposite corner with a flame for a head.
She wonders, is it hot under there?
Would he like her to get a wet paper towel?

Narative

Riding the train, she observes her crowded companions

This man's arm, reaching for a grip, is so placed that if she were to lean forward, just slightly, the two would be found in an intimate embrace.

That man's face, so nonchalantly close, so everyday riding the train close, so openly close, that Emily longs to reach out and touch it. Make contact with that which is so foreignly intimate.

Who are you? She silently asks,
Why can't I know you?
Would you like to know me?
Do you wonder at who I am ?

Afraid that her fellow riders might guess her thoughts, Emily embraces instead, her warm sugary 7/11 drink.

Another day on the train, she thinks, so much time waisted.