The 4:11 Train

Downingtown

"What are you going to do after the last stop?"

"Well Abby, I don't know. What do you think I should do?"

The girl thought for s little bit. She knew that he was stressed from his job, she knew that. She also knew how good he was at his job. She knew that she really liked him. She really really knew that one. But her decision was precise and understandable.

"Finny. You have to go back to your job. Believe me. I know it's gonna be hard but just think that now you'll have me to help calm you down and we can talk about a whole bunch of stuff. We can talk about whatever you want. But you have to go back."

The boy sighed and nodded his head. He knew she was right deep down. But he really didn't want to.

"And Abby, what are you going to do when you get off the train?"

"Well, I'm going to wait for my aunts car to pull up and then I'm going to move into the apartment attached to her house. I'm going to commute to school and I'm gonna finish schooling."

"And after school?"

She smiled and smiled and smiled. She knew exactly what she was going to do.

"I'm going to write my screenplay and you're going to be the male lead. I can promise you that. And what are you going to do?"

"Wait for your call."

The train started rolling to the final stop and it suddenly hit the two of them. Their hands squeezed tighter together. The girl started gathering her stuff using only one hand and the boy flashed back to when he first saw her.

His curiosity was now gone and replaced with everything he had learned about her. His worries about her were replaced with trust and support for her. He looked at her with attraction, and now he looks at her with adoration.

The girl remembered her annoyance with him at first. And just a little while ago. But she found herself smiling thinking about everything the boy had done and said to her the past hour.

He certainly wasn't like every other guy.

And she certainly wasn't like every girl.