Subway Sweets

I stood this morning on a crowded subway, and two women drew my eye. I immediately wondered - friends, or partners?

I took closer stock, wondering what had made that impression on me, and found that they were nearly identical in many ways. Same style of shoe: practical, athletic, but not a runner, necessarily. Sam cotton twill pants, business shirt, and hoodie, though in different colours. Watches on the same wrists, short, practical haircuts on both small, neat heads. Wedding bands that seemed to match.

They seemed so together. Their bodies were angled towards each other in a V, one looked deep into the other's face as she spoke to her, reading her response there.

Partners. I was sure of it. And then, confirmation - at a busy stop, one leaned over a dotted a tiny kiss on the temple of the other as she turned to leave the train.

What a sweet morning ritual, to ride the train with your love.

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Further on in the ride, the train now largely empty, I noticed a man, standing by the doors.

A short man, and thick, with hands to match. His pleated and belted trousers didn't add any impression of height. His black hair was slightly long, and curly, falling back from his forehead.

When he turned, I was surprised to see a congenial expression twinkling in round bright eyes, a beaked nose, and a mouth that pooched out slightly, with a poutier lower lip above his double chin.

Surprised why? Because but for his brown skin and fuller head of hair, he could easily pass for Danny DeVito. Who knew he would have a South Asian twin?