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Can Uzun - One Shot 5

The Last Train Home

The rain poured down relentlessly on the platform, blurring the lights of the station and soaking the few late-night travelers waiting for the last train. Can stood under the small shelter, his hand shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to getting home, away from the cold and the damp. But something about the stormy night made the usually mundane commute feel different, almost eerie. As he leaned against a  pillar, watching the raindrops race down the glass roof, he noticed a young woman struggling with a broken umbrella at the far end of the platform. She seemed to be fighting a losing battle against the wind, her frustration evident as the umbrella flipped inside out again and again.

Can hesitated for a moment, then pushed off the pillar and walked toward her, his own jacket pulled tight against the rain.
"Need some help?" He asked, his voice cutting through the sound of the downpour.

She looked up, her eyes wide with surprise, before giving him a rueful smile. "That would be great, actually. I think this umbrella has officially given up on me"

The footballer chuckled, reaching out to take the mangled umbrella from her hands. "Looks like it. Mind if I join you under here?" He gestured to the narrow space next to her, barely shielded by the remnants of the umbrella. She nodded, moving slightly to the side as he held the umbrella above them. After all he was a lot taller than her.

"I am Y/n." She said, her voice warm despite the cold night.
"Can." He replied with a smile, shifting the umbrella to shield them both. "So, what brings you out in this weather?"

"Missed my early train," she said with a sigh. "Now I am stuck waiting for the last one, and of course , it had to start pouring."
"Bad luck." Can said sympathetically. "I am in the same boat, though. It's not the best night to be out. My car is getting fixed and I had no other choice." They stood there for a moment in silence, the rain beating down around them, creating a cocoon of sound that felt oddly comforting. Y/n glanced up at him, curiosity sparking in her eyes.

"You are not from around here, are you?"
Can smiled down at her, nodding. "I was born in Regensburg but I play for Frankfurt, I am a footballer. Oiginally I am from Turkey."
The woman whose umbrella he was sharing with looked surprised. "I don't really watch football, it is not my first choice to watch."
He shrugged modestly. "And you don't have to. Not everyone has to like and follow it."

Their conversation flowed easily after that, despite the awkwardness of sharing a too-small umbrella. They talked about everything from the challenges of living in a foreign country to their favourite places in the city. Y/n was studying architecture, and as she described her passion for designing spaces that felt both functional and beautiful, Can found himself genuinely interested. She was pretty and smart, he thought. The train finally pulled into the station, its headlights cutting through the rain. They moved together towards the doors, shaking off the umbrella before stepping inside. The train was nearly empty, the seat damp from passengers before them. They sat across from each other, the warmth of the carriage a welcome relief from the cold outside.
As the rain rumbled out of the station, Can glanced out the window at the blurred cityscape.
"It's funny," he mused, "I have been here for a while now, but I still feel like I am just getting to know the city."

Y/n nodded, her eyes softening. "I think it takes time for a place to feel like home. But finding people to connect with helps."
He smiled at that, feeling warmth that had nothing to do with the heating in the train.
"You are right. It's not just about the place, but the people you meet." The train ride was short, and all too soon, they were pulling into their respective stations. As they stood to leave, Y/n hesitated, then handed him a small piece of paper she had scribbled something on while they were talking.

"Here is my number." She explained, a bit shyly now. "Maybe next time, we can meet up when it's not raining."
Can took the piece of paper, his smile widening. He came to the conclusion once again, she was a cute human being. "I would like that. Maybe I can invite you to one of my matches as well."

"Deal." Y/n said, her eyes bright with a mix of hope and something more.
As they parted ways on the platform, Can couldn't help but feel that the rain had brought something unexpected into his life. Something good. And as he walked away, he glanced down at the number in his hand, already looking forward to what might come next.