Curious Stranger

There is something mysterious about him. I can't quite figure it out. It's baffling as to why in the world I am drawn into this curiosity about a complete stranger. He looks over and catches me staring at him, grins, and goes back to his zombie land, a/k/a cell phone. Probably posting about some crazy stalker lady as I write this. 

Am I a stalker? Never really thought I could be, but today I am questioning that theory.

And now the brain goes wild.  I start plotting all kinds of scenarios and begin pondering where he's from, how did he get here, what school did he go to, did he play sports, how many kids does he have, is he married, widowed or divorced. Oh, make it stop!  This is absolutely crazy! 

Then, all of a sudden, he gets up and, just like that, he's gone.

Now I will never have the true answers. An opportunity wasted? I think not. Time to make up a story. Will he be a hero or the villain in my story? Could he have been the one they warned us all about with "stranger danger"? Will he be someone we admire or someone we hate? Close your eyes, breathe, let the stories begin.