2 - The Flavor Train

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I bit my lip before stepping into the large train.

"Here goes nothing" I whisper to myself.

I step on and sit down. It had been 30 minutes since I last ate to I grabbed a sausage from out of my bag and ate it.

"Do you want sauce with that" I heard a mysterious voice say.

I jumped at the sudden communication. 

I saw a perfect  man step out from his seat. He had frosted blonde hair and was wearing a flame shirt and reflective glasses.

I blushed at the sight of him. "uhm, yes please" I say barely able to get my sentence out.

He soon pulled a ketchup bottle out of his belt and squirted it on my sausage.

"You've got good aim" I say smiling.

"Thanks I've had practice" He said smirking

He was perfect!

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