Langour ・❥・Joost Klein・❥・

6.

Hanna waited with Fenne at the station. In a puffer jacket and jeans, the brunette was the direct opposite of her friend, who was in a black mid-length skirt and butterfly top.

The warm weather was still pleasant in Amsterdam, so Fenne's back was exposed to the night air. Her glitter top covered her chest but left her middle on show. Her art-themed tattoos littered her arms in a tasteful display and the black skirt had a slit up the side. A black shoulder bag sat under her arm and her Doc Martens made an expected appearance. To finish the look, Fenne's reddish-tinged hair sat freshly washed over her shoulders.

'Keep your location on. Call me when you're on your way home,' Hanna listed but Fenne had heard it all before. The tracks rung with the incoming train and Fenne quickly embraced Hanna with a goodbye.

'Be safe!'

'You, too!'

The doors beeped as they slid open and Fenne stepped off the platform. Hannah started heading towards the stairs, and Fenne heard the doors shut behind her.

The carriage was busy. Groups of young people gathered for the clubs and older couples were heading for a night at the bars. The streets and houses whizzed past the windows and Fenne steadily made her way down the aisle with her eyes searching the velvet seats.

When she didn't immediately see the blonde, Fenne hoped that he was on another carriage. She had half a mind to pull her phone out and send a message, but thought better of it when the train made a swift turn on the tracks and forced Fenne to take hold of a seat's top corner.

Then a familiar smile caught Fenne's eye. In front of a middle-aged couple, Joost got up from his window seat with his eyes in half-crescents. Fenne took a moment to take in his attire as he stepped out into the aisle.

Joost wore a grey Prada polo with some black, baggy jeans. A silver, thin chain hung out of his collar and white, dirty AirForce 1s covered his feet. A black jacket was in his hand with the presumption that the warm weather would dwindle as the night dragged on. As for his hair, Joost's platinum unruliness hung over his forehead while the back was short.

'Hey,' he said once Fenne neared his chosen seats. Motioning to the window seat, Joost stepped back to let the girl step sideways and sit down.

'Thank you. I wouldn't have minded being on the end.'

'Sorry. I'm traditional. I'll take watch of the aisle.'

Fenne smiled. Joost took the seat beside her and leaned back. She slipped her bag off her shoulder to hold it in her lap and let her legs stretch under the seat in front. Her eyes caught the bouncing of Joost's knee and the earphones that hung from his jacket's pocket. They dangled in a scrunched up mess, giving Fenne the impression that he had rushed to put them away when he had spotted her entrance to the carriage.

'Are you still okay with The Indi?' Joost asked, his voice quiet amongst the surrounding noise. Fenne did her best to meet his eye, which bore into hers and made her habit of shying away creep into her system.

'Yes, I've never been, but if you think it's good, then...' she trailed off.

Joost lowered his head into a nod and glanced down to his feet. He had done well up until this point to keep his nerves at bay. But when Fenne's shoulder brushed against his, Joost found a comfort in staring at his dirty sneakers.

'You look nice.'

His head shot up with his eyebrows disappearing into his hair. The sweet voice matched the soft features of the girl beside him. With her makeup light, Fenne struck him with a beautiful smile that made him swallow.