As he was returning his guitar back into its black case, the train pulled up at the platform. It was an ugly-looking green and brown thing. A little like a chocolate lime sweet. Its light gleamed as it emerged from out of the tunnel and i shoved my book back into my bag as i stood up to walk towards the doors. Closely followed by Joseph.
When the never-ending line of people carrying large suitcases had finished filing out of the doors, i hopped on, turned left and scanned the carriage for a seat.
There weren't any.
"Vicky, down here" called Joseph.
I turned and caught sight of him pointing towards two empty seats in the other carraige, near the toilet.
I smiled and as i walked over, i couldn't believe that he WANTED me to sit next to him!
We sat down, i was at the window seat, whilst he was on the aisle one., his guitar between his legs and his bag on his lap.
"Do you want me to move back? You could use some space" i offered, noticing that he was almost smothering himself with his luggage.
"No, I'm fine, I want you to sit next to me" he replied.
He seemed really sweet. I was starting to like Joseph already, he seemed like a genuine person...you know, one who doesn't lie or cheat.
"Aww, thanks" I replied. It sounded a little weird but i didn't know what else to say!
"No problem. Where are you off to?" he asked, clearly trying to make conversation.
"Oh, Manchester. That's where i live" i replied. Feeling a little stupid that i was telling him where i live.
"Me too, whereabouts?"
"Saint James' street" i replied. Hoping it was maybe close to his place.
