Seung-Hui Jeong/People Watching/Thursday 1-3PM

     He pulls all eyes in the subway towards him as he bent his long lean figure slightly to board the subway. The bustling air seemed to clear for a moment as everyone adjusted their glances to take in this tall man that seemed very much out of place. His hair was dyed a golden blond with roots showing signs of black growing out. It came down to his jaws in that perfectly tangled messy way. He pushed back a stray strand of gold with his long delicate fingers and fished out a ball of earphones from his back pocket. After carefully untangling them, pulling apart at the wires with his pale bony fingers, he shook his hair slightly to plug the dissected earbuds in his ears.

     His sandy colored turtleneck sweater that accentuated his bony chest was half tucked into his cut-off jeans. Like most people in subways, he glued his eyes to his phone and only lifted his face occasionally to check the stations. His face was like the rest of him; pale and thin. His cheekbones were high and still slightly pink from the wind outside that hinted of an early winter. A pair of dark eyes rested in his sunken sockets with a sharp chin that cut his face into an almond shape and atop his eyes were a set of eyebrows shaped like a seagull's wings stretched out wide.

     Unlike the alert expression he had when he first boarded the subway, a tired expression took its place as he leaned his head slightly against the bars of the overhead compartment. His jaws pulsated every now and then but it seemed mostly out of habit than chewing gum. He stood there with his eyes closed in that position with his legs crossed until the subway came to a stop at my station and I had to get off wondering the life of this stranger.