I was reading my book on the train when I felt a tap on my right shoulder. I looked in that direction and that was when our eyes met.
She smiled and I smiled back.
After acknowledging her smile, I went back to my book
I guess she must have taken my smile as agreeableness. I soon felt a pair of hands trying to grab my flabby arms. I looked in her direction again.
She stopped and smiled at me, and then stick out her tongue as if to let me know the attempts to grab my flabby arm was a joke.
I smiled and returned to my book. It was quiet for a couple of seconds and then it started again, I felt her hands trying to grab my flabby arm.
I ignored her attempts, perhaps to get my attention and tried to focus on my reading. And then it happened. She started moving her hand up and down my arm.
And then I heard someone said, "Stop it dear." I turned around and saw an older woman, who was visibly embarrassed, grabbing her baby daughter's hands and she said to me, "I am really sorry."
I smiled to the little cute baby girl and her mother.
I know I may be cute, round and fluffy. But I am not a teddy bear.
P. S. I think I need to stay away from babies on the train next time
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