Every day, when Madison was on the streetcar going to work, she saw the same man. He was always standing on the corner of High Street and 9th Avenue. He was tall and blonde. Their eyes would meet when the streetcar paused there.
Madison was intrigued by his eyes. They looked to be a very light blue. He had on a suit and carried a briefcase. She assumed he was going to work too.
One day, when Madison’s streetcar got to the corner, the man ran over and jumped on. As the streetcar lurched ahead, he grabbed on to the same pole as Madison.
Madison said, “Going to work?” She smiled.
“Yes,” he said. “I had to finally meet you first.”
They chatted and laughed until the next stop, when Madison had to get off. They promised to meet again on the streetcar.
As Madison walked to her office, she realized her handbag was missing.
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