The commute was long–three hours Monday through Friday–and after three weeks it was starting to weight heavily on your shoulders. You turned your music up on your ipad as you prepared to transfer to the next train. They couldn't just make it simple for you, halfway through your ride, every day, you had to get off one train and get onto another one making sleep next to impossible unless you wanted to land in the bad neighborhood in the middle of the Bronx.
The train came to a halt and you were quick to push your way passed the rest of the waiting passengers, who all felt the need to take their sweat time, so that you could secure a seat on the final ride.
Sure enough there was one seat open when you walked into the train but of course there was someone sitting in the accompanying seat. You don't take the time to look at the man you sit down next to, in New York its not custom to stare at someone for longer than absolutely necessary for the basic information like male of female.
The train began to chug away as Miley Cyrus' song 'Adore You' played in your ears. You shut your eyes and attempted to fall into an uncomfortable sleep. Failing to do so after a few minutes, you open your eyes and pull one ear bud out, listening as the conductor announces the next station.
"May I see your map?" You turn to look at the boy next to you, pointing at the map you are still holding in your hand. He has a thick british accent and is wearing a good pair of lightwash jeans and a striped tshirt that hugs the lean muscles in his chest. You nod your head and hand him the map.
"Where are you going?" You find yourself asking. The boy is attractive, soft feature surrounds blue eyes that crinkle when he smiles.
"South Hampton," he says, handing the map back.
"You have a ways to go," you tell him as you place the map back in your lap. "I'm guessing you are not from around here?"
"No, I am here for a conference," he explains, smoothing down the denim on his thighs.
"A conference in the Hampton's?"
"Yea, the companies holding the conference rented out this giant beach house that we all get to stay at until the weekend," he explains, scratching his head beneth the touseled brown hair.
"It sounds more like a frat party," you chuckle. You have never heard of a business conference being held in the Hamptons, especielly not at the beginning of the summer season You take a moment to once over the man sitting next to you, he doesn't seem like the kind to work for some giant multibillon dollar corporation that would hold meetings in the Hamptons, he looked like your average twenty something headed to the beach for the weekend before returning to the city for the work days.
"It is definitely more of a frat party," He chuckles. "We have a three hour long seminar tomorrow and then we have a closing meeting on on Monday morning before we all leave. Its mostly just a giant mixer for the companies my company owns."
The conductor announces that your stop is next and you begin to pack up all of your things.
"I"m Y/N by the way," you tell him as the train begins to slow down. Normally, you don't talk to strange men on the train, but for some reason you don't want to stop talking to this one. Maybe it's the fact that he will only be on the island for the long weekend, or maybe it was the accent, but you didn't want your conversation to end when you stepped off the train and onto the platform.
"Louis," He holds his hand out. "You should come down one night, as I said, it is going to be one giant party for the most part." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you with a hopeful gleam in those eyes.
"I'd like that," you say, adding your contact information to the smart phone before handing it back to him. "Give me a call and I'll see what I can do. Nice to meet you Louis." His grin is precious as you look back once more before exiting the train.
As you make it to your car and start the engine to get the air conditioning up to speed, your phone vibrates in your pocket. behind you, the train has begun to huff and puff its way back up to speeding down the track as it heads as far east as you can get on the continental US.
*So, busy tonight?-Louis btw*
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