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I was waiting patiently for the arrival of the train, thinking about trying to build up the courage to invite Emily out for dinner. The thought of rejection clouded my mind as the train arrived. I sat down expecting Emily to find me. Half an hour went by and she had not appeared, I was beginning to worry I had lost my chance to invite her out. I searched through both carriages thoroughly in an attempt to find her, she was seen to be nowhere. I tried to let her absences not bother me, but truth be told not seeing Emily's smile that morning had made me miserable. Work wasn't making my day any easier either, the phones were ringing all day long, though I couldn't care less, I answered a select few of the calls, just enough so that my boss was under the impression that I was actually doing my job. He had a tendency to thoroughly inspect his staff's work ethics, especially mine. But after thousands of hours spent labouring in that hell hole I realised that if you make yourself look busy, the boss will leave you alone. I can say with confidence that since realising this I had become a master at making myself look busy. I really did hate that job. The work day eventually came to an end. Once again the boss never took note of my lack of enthusiasm, and I was spared my dreadful job for another day. On the train home I sat by a window seat and stared out of the window, there wasn't much to see because it was dark outside. But I had just been sat in thought about Emily. I was wondering if I'd ever see her again, I had no means of contacting her, she left me with no phone number, no Facebook, nothing. As I began to lose faith in my brief but beautiful love affair with this mysterious woman, I noticed her sitting, reading a book at the opposite side of the carriage. Revealing her contagious smile she glared into my eyes as if she was looking into my soul. Her dilated pupils made me shiver. I felt the beat of my heart change as I approached her. I knew their and then I had to make my move, I had to invite her out for dinner.


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