Your eyes catch mine on the subway, sending a bolt of recognition through me.
Six months ago, you and I were walking down the same street when a screaming, wide-eyed woman ran toward us. A truck chased in close pursuit. Looking at each other, we silently indicated that neither of us wanted to get involved. Neither of us did. In three blinks, the woman was thrashing, shrieking, being dragged by two men. Then the noise and mess drove away. Without a word, we each carried on with our days.
Now we sit on the subway, pretending not to notice one another.