None of the chaos bothered me because I was enjoying the picturesque view of the rising sun and glittering of little sunrays on the windows. “Are you going to first period?”- a quiet voice interrupted my exciting contemplation. While glancing surprisingly over my right shoulder, I saw a cheerful man in his late 30’s, with dark brown hair and big hazel eyes. He was smiling so broadly at me that there were lots of wrinkles around his eyes and I could even count all of his white-pearl teeth. The man was wearing a strange suit and had a small leather bag in his left hand. “Yes,” I said indifferently. He gave up for a while after my unconcerned answer. “What is your name?” he asked loudly and more confidently. I turned slowly to him and saw his happy, smiling face again that started to irritate me. I hesitated for some time but answered. He asked me different and sometimes strange questions again and again. It seemed like I was at an exam. Finally, he said with a happy beam on his face, “Bye , see you!” and added quietly “…maybe”. The man got off the marshrutka and disappeared quickly in the bustling crowd.
Since that Monday I haven’t seen him, but I will never forget that happy, smiling face. I don’t know exactly why he intended to get acquainted with me and why he asked me so many questions, but this event has made my boring ordinary Monday morning special and unusual.