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The Night We Met

This idea is loosely based on a movie I saw called "Before we go". I highly suggest it if you haven't seen it before. It's a rom-com starting Chris Evans and it's great. It's also on Netflix. Anyways, hopefully you enjoy!

Emma cursed as she ran through the train station, praying the train hadn't left yet.

She ran past a man playing trumpet who began to call after her but she ignored him, she had to catch her train.

She sprinted towards the train and yelled out as it began to pull away just as she got there.

"Dammit!" She yelled.

Of course, she thought. What else could go wrong? First she had gotten her purse stolen in a bar, then she had gotten a call from her boyfriend saying he was coming home early, and now she was stranded at 11 pm in the middle of a city that she had never been to.

Sulking, Emma went back up the stairs to the main center of the station. The man from before caught her eyes and walked towards her.

He was handsome, light blue eyes, dark brown hair that fell perfectly, and a small amount of stubble framing his sharp jawline.

He held out a phone to Emma and she quickly realized it was her own. Only now the screen was shattered.

"I think you may have dropped this love." He said with a strong British accent.

"Thank you. I didn't even notice I dropped it." She tried to turn it on and  managed a bitter chuckle when it didn't turn on.  "Of course."

The man watched her and nodded towards the phone. "I take it the phones broken?"

Emma nodded. "Thanks anyway for returning it."

Before the man could say anything else an announcement saying that the station was now closing boomed throughout the room. "Shit." Emma mumbled as she walked to a janitor. She held up her ticket.

"Can I use this at a different station?"

The janitor nodded. "It won't matter though. All the stations are closing now."

He walked away and Emma was left by herself. She began to walk out of the station when the trumpet man caught up with her. "Sorry to bother you again love, but you seem to be in need of assistance. Can I do anything to help?"

"Unless you can get me to Boston within the next twelve hours then no."

"You could take a cab, might be expensive but it'll get you there."

Emma rolled her eyes. "I would but my purse got stolen."

"Oh. That makes things a little more difficult. Hold on just a second." He said before running to a cab outside the station.

"Good evening sir, my friend here is kind of in a tough spot. She needs to get to Boston tonight but her purse was stolen. I have about fifty dollars cash, any chance you would drive her and she can pay you once she gets to Boston?"

The cab driver laughed. "Boston? Yeah right. Not for fifty bucks and a promise for more. Your out of luck buddy."

The man shook his head. "How much would it be?"

"600 at least."

"600?! Your out of your bloody mind."

"I gotta get back from Boston too buddy. 600 is me being nice."

The man ignored the cab driver and walked back to Emma.

"I don't think you'll find a cab driver around here who can help you lass."