Citry

2.

James pov.
"James get your ass out here" my grandfather shouts through my cracked window.
I groan rolling over.
"I'm not gonna repeat myself either" he murmurs before walking away.

"James, do you remember when I asked ye' to fill their racks with hay?" He points at the stables.
"Yes Arnold, I remember" I smirk at him.
He flinches at me. "Then why didn't you do it? And don't call me that, oughta pop ye' in the damned lips, my name is Grandpa."
I chuckle to myself before turning to go towards the stable.

"Since you couldn't fill the racks with hay, you have to go get ye' grandmother from the train station" my grandfather tosses a horseshoe to the side.
"Grandpa I don't like going into the city" I shake my head.
"And I don't like filling the racks with hay but I still did it."
I roll my eyes and keep brushing baby, her tail flapping in the sun.

I drive my truck through the neck-deep traffic, riding closer to the bumper of the minivan in front of me before getting beeped at.
"I can't go anywhere what do you expect me to do?" I rage to myself. I hated driving in the city, I hated driving in general since it was typical to get caught in traffic. It was a never-ending cycle of bad traffic and bad drivers as soon as you left the countryside. Tourists and freshly licensed teenagers are the cause. 

After a long hour and a half of driving, I pulled into a parking spot in front of the train station sitting for a moment before remembering my grandmother would never think to look outside for my truck.
I hold the door open for a few teenagers before locking eyes on a seat. I sit twiddling my thumbs staring at the screen waiting for it to announce train 34A's arrival.
"Excuse me" a light tap on my shoulder breaks my stare. I turn to face a tall woman who looks to be around my age with a red book in her hand.
"I'm not from around here and I was wondering if you could please tell me where a good hotel is" she smiles sweetly.
"It depends on if you want to be more in the country or city."
"The countryside"
"In the country, there are more motels than hotels, and they are very cheap. You look like you're a city gal, I think you'd do best in East Nashville" I shake my head.
"Thank you" she smirks walking off before turning back to face me. "How did you know I'd be best in the city?" She questions.
"You have no southern accent, which leads me to believe you aren't even from here." I stare at her sweatpants and UGG boots, "and you have a lot of clothes on, maybe too many clothes on for this Nashville weather" I shrug.
"Oh... okay" she tucks a dark strand behind her ear. "Thank you."
"It was nice talking to you Kat" I smile.
She frowns.
"It's on your book" I point out. She glances down and just then, train 34A is announced. I turn to look at the doors, searching through the people for my grandmother. "What are you doing here anyw-" I turn back to continue the conversation and she's gone.