I was looking out for her as the train entered the station, and I was surprised how excited I felt when I saw her walking up the platform. I jumped out and waved to her.
When she saw me, she was pleased that I remembered her. I was pleased that she remembered me. We were both pleased, and it was almost like a meeting of old friends. She did not go all the way down the train selling baskets, but came straight to the tea stall; her dark eyes were suddenly filled with light. We said nothing for some time, but we each knew what the other was feeling.