Ridin’ the Rails…. – Chapter 4

You may not know where the track ends, but persevere and you shall see…

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After a hell of a weekend, it was Monday again. She got dressed with such difficulty since she had no intention to go to work.
“There’s no more difficult transition than Sunday to Monday,” She said aloud while heading downstairs to the kitchen. Hearing it her mom gave her a witty smile.
“Why, don’t you think so?” She asked seeing her smile.
“Well, probably” saying her mom shrugged.
“Seems like you don’t,” she told looking at her mom again.
“Well, maybe” she gestured with a shrug
“Ah! I think I’ll just leave” she headed towards the door while her mom kept laughing.

She reached her station in time to catch her 8:40 train. Looking at the long queue waiting for the same train was tiring. The sound of the whistle was heard and the train was fast approaching raising their heart beats. With great difficulty, she squeezed herself in. Occasionally the thought about him crossed though the train was fully packed and having no chance for her to find him amidst that crowd she did give a try.

Her efforts went futile. She got down in her station and headed to her office. It is going to be a long day, she thought, seeing the amount of work that had come in. With a strong cup of coffee, she started her work. Time flew by with meetings, assigning work and phone calls. It was 6 pm when she finally finished her work and got up to leave.
“Fancy a cup of coffee” a voice came in her direction. She looked up to find a colleague looking down at her cubicle, who has tried to flirt with her ever since she came.
“Nope, I’ve got to head home,” she said picking her bag and walking to the exit.
“Maybe one day you will,” he said howling behind her.
“Never,” she said silently and headed straight out

After a 40 minutes travel, she finally reached home only to find the door locked. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. The table was readily made, juice and supper waiting for her. She smiled and took the glass of juice and sipped, there was a small sticky note attached to the bottom of the glass.
“We will be home late don’t wait up and have your supper – love Mom <3”
She read it and as she was finishing up the glass of juice the door bell rang. With the glass in one hand and mouth full of juice she opened the door
The moment she opened the door she was shocked for there he stood the guy from the train giving her the same expression as well.

Seeing her with wide eyes and mouth full of juice he controlled his laugh and she swallowed immediately. Before they would even speak her parents walked in.
“Hey Gerard!” said her mom casually waving at him while her dad walked behind her
“Hi aunty!” he replied back
“You guys know each other?” she asked her mom in bewilderment
“Of course,” turning towards Gerard she said “Ignore her; she must have mistaken you for a stranger”.

He looked at her and suppressed a smile while she thought “Not really”.
All four of them walked in, their shoulders brushed and he turned and looked at her in the eye.
Only she knew how powerful the way he looked was, as it weakened her legs instantly. She closed the door and followed them.

Looking at the confused expression on his daughter’s face her dad told: “They are coffee buddies working in the same office, remember the new photographer who mom was praising all about?”
“Yeah”
“That’s him, a nice young man though,” her father told as they bought coffee and snacks along to the living room where Gerard and her mom were seated.
“So Gerard, what happened did you talk to her?” her mother asked, with so much of curiosity.
He looked at her as her confusion only began to deepen. Her mom’s gaze followed his and seeing her daughter she spoke,
“So there is this girl he sees’s on the train, she must be really beautiful for stealing such a handsome young man’s heart” and continued speaking further
“He was going to talk to her today,” her mom said her attention going back to Gerard again.
She was hardly able to breathe hearing what her mother just said
“So did you?” her mother probed again
“I was about to,” he said looking at her mom and then at her
“So you found her address?” her mom asked him
“Not at first but eventually it happened” he answered.

Her mom was smiling away at him while she stood there unable to speak or move.
“I was about to talk to her but her parents walked in” he continued
“Gosh! That’s a bad luck” her mom replied hearing him and a silent smile passed between him and her.
“So did you tell them? Did they ask?” her mom went on with questions
“I’m about to,” he said

 

TO BE CONTINUED…


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