This is a girl I met in Tokyo, when I was living in Japan. We met in a club, but exchanged phone numbers and called each other often.
Every so often, I’d pay $100 and ride the fast train back to Tokyo to meet her. We always met at the same train station. I’d take her to dinner, drinks, to the movies, whatever, until the trains started running again at 5AM. Then I’d walk her back to the train station, and she’d disappear back down that tunnel until the next time I came to Tokyo. She didn’t speak English, so 100% of our communication was in Japanese. It always felt so mysterious, being with her.
For some reason, I feel like this picture of her laughing will be an iconic photograph to me for the rest of my life. I hope we never lose touch.