The sound of the train doors sliding open, the voice over the speakers, and scattered people. It was a weekend morning, so there were very little passengers onboard the train.
It was also one of the reasons why I loved taking the train around this time—the beautiful quietness and the peaceful ambience.
I sat there with my one earbud in, letting the strands of my auburn hair drop neatly by my shoulders.
Rays of light penetrated the glass shields of the train as we went from one station to another.
I took out the novel I just bought yesterday, and sniffed the amazing scent of fresh books and paper.
I'd look weird for sure, to someone who wouldn't know how amazing new books smelled.
My entire focus shifted to the words on paper which made me lose track of time, not realizing I had already arrived until—
A light tap was felt on my shoulders. My eyes jolted up and found a wonderful guy staring down at me. "Miss? This is the last station..?" His eyes held indifference had it not been for the obvious concern in his tone. messy-looking hair, a white hoodie with sweatpants and his amazing shoes that made me almost want to steal it. He carried a plain looking tote bag and a huge water bottle in it.
"Uh, Miss?"he waved over my eyes. When I finally registered the situation, my eyes blinked in surprise, and I quickly thanked the man and ran out of the train.
"What the hell were you doing, Alana?!?!"
I smacked my head in disbelief, hoping that he'd pardon me after I unconsciously ogled him.
Though something about that guy felt familiar. I'd never seen the man before but something just felt right.
"Would you like some flowers, young lady?" A voice startled me out of my thoughts. "Hm?" Was all I could think of. An old lady was selling flowers at the train station.
There were a bunch of flowers all packed together in one huge basket and the seller shuffled the flowers and pulled out several tulips and wrapped them in a small bouquet. "For you, my dear."
"Oh." I reluctantly took the flowers she handed me. "Thank you. These are lovely." I finally found my words and managed a small smile. "How much?"
"Oh, don't worry. It's on me." The old lady winked. "You know, tulips mean perfect love."
"Oh really?" I stared at the bouquet in awe. "Indeed. I hope that one day you find perfect love. I have a feeling it's not really out of reach." The old lady grinned.
I gave her a curt nod and a smile before I went my way.
Perfect love, huh?
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