4-01-2024.
1:07 pm. Actors in place.
The curtains rise.
'Lights, camera, action,' Donatel announced.
5:45 p.m., time posed. 
Chloe is staring out the window pane. Her shift had ended, and she couldn't get Peter out of her mind. She needed some espresso. 
Chloe wanted to forget about work and that man. She wanted to sleep. She wanted espresso, and she wanted that man.
So much for granted for sleep, she wished for at this hour.
Chloe grabbed her Hobo bag, taking out her brand new hair color, 'Gypsy Rose'. 
Sometime later
Chloe is at 'Frontier Garden Cafe', her first time being here. She heard it was a quiet and peaceful place to be.
Chloe checked out the ladies' washroom. Green Ivy vintage vines hang out amongst the cracked walls. And, believe it or not, pictures of old men were hanging on the wall. None of them were recognized. She quickly did her business, with all the men's eyes upon her. 
'Fuck, I am surrounded by men, I need to get out of here, no more deco sightseeing,' Chloe shakes her head.
Chloe wanted to ask why there were so many men hanging out in the ladies' washroom. But, she was here to complain about the scenery in the washroom. 
Chloe was seated by a smiley-face waitress, wearing a faded yellow shirt and tight-fitted jeans.
The table was bare except listed oil wells placed in the center by the salt and pepper. 
'What are you having,' the waitress asks.
Chloe ordered a three-way spaghetti and a strong espresso, with an extra shot. That should work.
Chloe looked around, and old pictures of locomotives were hanging on the walls.
Chloe was drinking her espresso when three men walked in.
One of the men called out, 'Hey Pollyanna, you got shack-ribs? The usual.'
'Ribs and nuggets,' Pollyanna yelled to the cook, 'Dean-Bob is here.'
Much later -
Pollyanna hurries to the men's table.
Pollyanna placed Shrimp, Fries, and nuggets in front of a man.
Pollyanna says, 'Eat up, Dean-Bob, just the way you like, nuggets and ketchup.'
Chloe and Dean-Bob's eyes met. She smiled at him.
Dean-Bob left the table and made his way over to Chloe.
Dean-Bob asks, 'You alone, waiting for some company?'
Chloe smiled, 'Not waiting for Mr. Special or anyone. I'm just relaxing before I take a long walk.'
Dean-Bob says, 'Introduction to you, do you have a name, pink-haired lady? I am Dean-Bob.'
Chloe smiled, 'Chloe.'
Dean-Bob, 'May I?' Taking a seat, 'The last name is Tippincott. We eat here a lot. I live a few miles down the road. My friends, if you want to call 'em that?'
He points at them, 'There's Ray Huette and Decker, he likes Miss Pollyanna. I have my car sales if you need a car?'
Chloe braced herself, 'I'm Chloe DeSandra Daniel, and I work at the Plex Movie House. We have rental sales.
Dean says, 'Meet me outside in ten minutes, I've got to grab my nuggets.'
Dean held his nuggets like they were precious gold.
They crossed the old Thistle Bridge, crossing the wooden rails.
Soon, they were standing by antiquish-looking rail cars.
Chloe kept thinking of Peter.
Dean finished his nuggets.
Chloe laughs, 'I forgot to get dessert, you want dessert?'
Dean understood her well, 'Yes, I could go for dessert.
Chloe and Dean got into a rail car.
The rain splatters on the ground.
Chloe says, 'I love the rain, don't you?'
Dean quickly undresses and helps Chloe to take hers off.
Chloe closed her eyes, pretending that she was in Peter's arms.
Sweet kisses were laid on her lips.
Chloe says, 'Sorry, this was a short notice. I am glad to meet you,' her body swaying with his. 
Dean replied, 'I like short notices, love the rails. The redbud corselet, the red hammer, a brass bell housing the steam. It was the first rail ride ever. Be brave, just scream.'
Chloe and Dean quickly get dressed. 
Dean says, 'It's not the last rail ride.'
Chloe smiled, 'Our special place.'
'That's a wrap,' Donatel announced. 
The curtain falls. 
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