Passage 1

“One way ticket? You are going to move into town?”the young man asked.He could not get his eyes off the pretty girl sitting in front of him in the train.“No,”the girl said. She knew the young man had a crush on her. Women just know these things. They had been sitting in the train for hours, face to face. At first they had just nodded to each other, and then the young man had introduced himself politely. Obviously, she was not the kind who wanted to talk to strangers.“You haven’t decided yet when you will return?” the youth did not want to leave the matter be.“I won’t,” she said. “My sister invited me to America and I am leaving tomorrow morning,”she continued.“Oh...”The young man had not expected this. Of course the times were rough and many people were traveling to seaports to take the ships to a hopefully better future across the ocean.“I have heard it is not always very safe to go,” he tried.“I shall meet others at the harbor,”the girl said with a voice that clearly said the conversation was over. “I shall be perfectly safe!'”At that the young man fell quiet. The girl closed her eyes and pretended to be napping. He had good time to watch her. Pretty, slightly round face, shiny brown hair. You could see from her clothes she was not wealthy, but everything was neat and clean. He realized he liked her very much, very, very much.The girl opened her eyes and found him looking at her. He coughed, embarrassed he had been caught.“I need to…go…”she said modestly. “Could you please keep an eye on mybags?”“Of course, Miss,” he said.When she came back she found him asleep. She shook her head and sat down. Her wooden box was under the seat and her smaller bag was... Nowhere to be seen!He opened his eyes at her panic exclamation.“My bag! Someone has stolen my bag!”The young man looked scared. He got to his feet and ran out of thecompartment. The girl frantically looked around to see if she had just put her bag into a wrong place. But it was nowhere to be seen.“Is it this one?”the young man held a bag in his hands. “I found it in the comer of the next compartment.”“Yes，yes it is!” she grabbed it quickly and opened it, “My purse…yes，it is here…My papers…” She sat down, looking like she was going to faint “My passport! Someone has stolen my passport!”“Oh no,” the young man said. “I shall go and ask everyone if they saw anything.”He came back after half an hour. The girl looked at him hopefully. He shook his head. “Nothing. No one has seen anything, and none of the people look suspicious. Ordinary, decent folks, all of them.”“My passport…Now I cannot leave!” she burst into tears. “Who would only take my passport and leave my purse and all the money? This makes no sense!”He sat next to her and took her hand to console her. “Please, Miss. You can getanother passport.”“But it takes forever! I cannot get to this ship! My sister is waiting for me to arrive with it!”“Write a letter explaining you will come later. Give the letter to someone who is going to that ship and can take it to your sister in America.”Slowly she calmed down.“I shall help you to get a new passport, because it was my fault it was stolen,”the young man said. “The first thing we shall do is to go to the police to report the theft. At least they can check if anyone is trying to use it.”He felt her passport in his inside breast pocket. He would need to get rid of it as soon as possible.She did not say anything but gave him a faint smile. He looked into her grey blue eyes and smiled so tenderly that she blushed....(I don't know when my great grandfather confessed to stealing my greatGrandmother’s passport and had her forgiveness, but their long marriage speaksfor itself. And maybe this sweet story is the reason I love trains.)

Which of the following is closest in meaning to the phrase “had a crush on” in Paragraph 2?