She was there, her seductress, her bird of paradise, still surrounded by sparrows. Her heart began to beat faster as she slowly made her way through the throng of people towards her. She wanted to reach out and touch her, look at her face, her eyes... but no, it would change things, change everything. And the woman wasn't ready for that.  She pushed through the commuters, past tired men and weary women until she stood behind the girl. She pushed close until she felt her body press against hers, felt shoulders press against her breasts. She smelled her, smelled her shampoo, her detergent, smelled her youth. And then she stepped back and turned around, astonished at her boldness, terrified of the intensity of her desire.