Five Point Someone

Ok, here is the story of someone who I see most of the time while commuting in the train. I see her reading a novel and I wondered why she reads it a loud. Well I thought of telling her once but then did not see her after that. Today I saw her but without that novel, I looked at her, she looked at me (though in a style by bringing her long hairs back), then nothing. I again thought I am sure gonna tell her once. And yes the best part, she is stunningly beautiful.