Midnight lovestory

Mr. Gorgeous

Johan is a 23 year old Danish college exchange student. Every Thursday at 11.17 pm on his way home from college he gets this feeling that someone tells him he's beautiful while he sleeps on the train. A phone call from his nieces back in Denmark is what it takes to get in contact with the handsome Persian Mr. Gorgeous on the train.

Mr. Gorgeous

"You're beautiful". I open my eyes instantly and look around the train, 'I'm sure I heard something'. Like every other Thursday at 11.17 pm for the past 5 weeks, I've been awoken by this silent, indistinct whisper. And like always, there're at least 3 other, sleeping might I add, people in my part of the train. I sit back in my seat right when my phone starts ringing and I instantly get a smile on my face. "Hej skat! Hvordan går det med dig?" (Hey hun! How are you?). I get 2 childish and girly laughs in respond. "Det går godt, morbror Johan!" ("We're well, Uncle Johan") Sandy, the oldest, shouts while her sister Vinny shouts at the same time in the background, "Jeg har tabt en tand!"("I just lost one of my teeth!"). My 5 and 8 year old nieces often call me before they go to school and pre-school; the 6 hour time-difference's often a b*tch to work around when you miss your family in Denmark. I chuckle when the girls get into a fight over who gets to talk to me first. Sandy's the lucky one and we talk for a short while but Vinny soon takes over as we need to end the phone-call rather quickly, for them to get to school in time. And all too soon we have to say goodbye, "Sig til mor jeg sagde hej. Jeg elsker jer!" ("Tell mum I said hi. I love you both"). I put my phone back in my jacket-pocket, stretch and lean back in the seat with my eyes closed once again. 'It's hard not to be able to hug them. I haven't seen them in 2 months', I think. '2 months.. Damn, has it already been 2 months?' I'm startled back to reality when the smoothest, silkiest voice asks right beside me, "Hello there. Where're you from?" I sit up straight in the seat and look to my right; right there is the most gorgeous man I've ever seen – hair that's such a beep black colour it almost looks blue, dark chocolate-brown eyes and a smile that'd light up even the darkest places in the world. 'And wait.. his upper left lateral tooth is crooked just a tiny bit'. I see Mr. Gorgeous' smile falter and I hear him say, "I'm sorry. It seems I'm bothering you", before he rises from the seat and goes back to, what I'm guessing, is his original seat on the other side of the carriage. I finally snap out of the trance I'm in and internally facepalm repeatedly while I inwardly shout, 'Stupidstupidstupid. I just blew an once-in-a-lifetime chance to talk to the most gorgeous man in the world!' The train gets to my stop and I get off, feeling rather down.

The next week goes by pretty fast. My days are loaded with projects, studying to tests and hoping to meet Mr. Gorgeous on the train again. But with the luck I have, I don't even see him once throughout the whole week. So when Thursday comes around, I've lost all hope to ever see him again. 'Thursday's probably my least favourite day of the week. You just wait for it to be Friday and for that simple reason, you spend all your energy on getting all your work done so that you don't have to do it on your beloved Friday'. That means I always end up taking the last train home on Thursdays which also means I always fall right asleep, once I sit in the train. And like the past 6 weeks I hear this.. delicate whisper. But today it's different – it's like a feather-light touch runs across my forehead, like someone's brushing my hair out of the way, just before I feel an even lighter kiss being placed where my hair was just brushed aside. "You really are beautiful". 'That whisper.. I know that voice from somewhere but I have no idea where from, exactly. And that sweet, intoxicating smell. It's like..' I'm awoken by my phone ringing and I don't even check the caller-ID before I answer; I already know who it is. But I do notice that it is, in fact, 11.17 pm as I answer the call. "Hej skat" ("Hi hun"). "Hi Uncle Johan. How are you?" I get a gigantic smile on my face, 'I probably look like I just won 1 million dollars'. "Well hallo sweety. I am fine. How are you?" I make sure to speak slowly and clearly so Sandy understands me. '8 years old and she's already able to have a conversation in English? Gosh I feel like crying'. "I are also fine, thank you. Mum sayer hi too". I start chuckling, 'well it might not be the best grammar but that doesn't matter even a little'. "Thank you, sweety. Say hi to mum from me". We talk for a little while longer but soon have to hang up. "I will talk to you later, sweety. I love you", and just as I say 'I love you' my eyes connect with Mr. Gorgeous' eyes. Everything disappears around us and it feels like light-years go by as we just look; look into each other's eyes. I'm the first to avert my eyes when I hear Sandy's voice say far away, "I will too see you, Uncle Johan. I love you. Hej hej" (byebye). She hangs up and my heart picks up speed. I glance up at Mr. Gorgeous from under my eyelashes but he's looking out the window like nothing nerve-wrecking just past between us. I feel my heart drop but I actually understand him. 'I *was* rather rude last week'. I let go of a defeated breath and I leave the train with just one thought, 'Just my damn luck'.