He's so charming and handsome
I can't help but look at him as he was staring out the window. He's really good looking, he's a creep too.
"You know, if you wanted my number, just ask"
"Cocky bastard." i muttered under my breath
"i was wondering, what's a beautiful girl like you doing here? i mean, you surely got family right? wait, is your home in Radley?" he fired me questions that i only remember the last question.
"Uhm.. i live in paddington," i said, feeling a blush crept up my cheeks, becausee i didnt know the previous questions.
"What's the other question?" i asked him.
"Why aren't you home in Paddington then?"
why do i have the feeling that its not the question?
"i have to get away from home." i mumbled
"What's that?"
"Just vacation." i smiled brightly
a little to brightly.
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Train Station
Short StoryA boy, a girl. Strangers. One train, one seat. © zahraunique All rights reserved