A situation that happened on my 'lette inspired this little ficlet... (no spoilers in the prompt)
She was vigorously rubbing a magazine against her wrist when he first noticed her. The rustling of paper was what really got his attention, despite the fact that she was wearing a tropical blue dress that sported a pattern made up entirely of overly large orange-pink hibiscus flowers. He hoped she was wearing it in an ironic fashion. He poked at the silent earbud that was falling out of his left ear and made his way over to her, ensuring that the other end of the wire -- the end that should have been plugged into a music source -- didn't fall out of his pocket.
The subway car was sweltering and crowded, but Max managed to subtly elbow his way through sweating strap-hangers to get within conversational distance of his mystery girl. The subway rattled to a stop, and a pregnant woman vacated the seat next to his hipster girl (now that he was close enough, he could see that she definitely was wearing the horrid floral pattern ironically, if the florescent pink nail polish and trendy sandals were any indication). After another quick glance, he noticed the name on the gold nameplate she was wearing.
"Mug another little old lady again this morning, Natalie?"
The girl startled for a moment, staring at Max with confusion before smiling slightly.
"She deserved it," she said, rolling with it.
Max smiled back. "Good scent you've got there?"
He nodded down at the magazine she was still holding and she smiled back up at him as the doors of the subway closed with a muffled warning.
nt - 6/25/10
Notes: A little old lady on my 'lette was rubbing an Avon book up and down her arm for about 20 minutes the other day. I was concerned she was going to get a papercut.