Story cover for Conversation  *ᴹᵃᵗᵗʸ ᴴᵉᵃˡʸ* by imagine-that-100
Conversation *ᴹᵃᵗᵗʸ ᴴᵉᵃˡʸ*
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  • Reads 27,952
  • Votes 437
  • Parts 11
  • Time 8h 57m
Complete, First published Jan 25, 2021
'It wasn't his intention to flirt with anyone today. But you seemed to have been sent by the universe for him to rile up a little.'

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Matty boards a train at Manchester Piccadilly, expecting the journey to bore him to tears. Two hours and one sparkling conversation later, by the time he reaches London Euston he's formed a thoroughly unexpected connection.

For you the opportunity of a lifetime arrises, and it would be idiotic to pass up. As more time is spent together, your connection becomes stronger and it has the possibility to become the greatest love either of you will ever know.

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