Just there.

Her fingers gracefuly encircled the pole. The wind fiercely ruffled her soft hair, while the sounds of the train graciously sounded the background score. Her face was emotionless and calm.
Wasn't there anything in her head? It was hard to tell. The sea of faces around her was restless and bursting with emotion. Perhaps life hasdn't touched her yet with it's naughty antics.The train grinded to a slow halt. She stepped on to the platform and walked towards the stairs. There was no break in the rhythm of her steps, except for the fact that another set of steps had joined hers.
He was there. No words of recognition that the world could hear, but perhaps there was a silent sense of understanding that acknowledged each other's presence. And there dawned a sudden realization. The sense of peace and contentment was born out of the assurance that a similar harmony existed and waited patiently. And all that was required, was to be there. Where the need arose. Just there.