Four eyes and two smiles

Looking at my nails. Thinking too much to look up. Suddenly I feel them. Those eyes. That formidable feeling of fate. Of destiny waiting to happen. Butterflies. Scarcely brave enough to look up. I see nothing. No fearful sight. No haunting scene. Just normal everyday traffic. But I know. Those eyes. They are here. Looking at me. At my face. Into my soul. A sudden movement. A reflection of a jerk. A darted look. A mirrored glance. Its him! That familiar face. That known silhouette. Those very same deep deep eyes. Can it be? I blink and look again. Maybe. Maybe not. A chance sighting in the rear view mirror. A honking bike. A ray of sunlight. Identical looks of surprise. Pleasant faces. A smile or two.
3..2..1.. Green. I blink again. The traffic surges ahead. We're lost again. Hope is subdued, the heart falls, practicality reigns. Life moves on. The blink of a chance.