He’d eaten the eggs in under ten minutes, and was out of the house instantly, his stomach whirring strangely over his Mum’s good mood and actions. As soon as he was out of the house, breathing the fresh morning air, he felt much better.
To his dismay, his train was delayed by ten minutes when he got there, due to an operational error. There hadn’t been any storms as of lately, not since the one that made him late a month ago. During the time he met Nina Mendez again.
He hasn’t seen her ever since, just as he predicted.
At least he was still bound to get to uni before his first class. His Wednesday classes were an hour later than his Monday classes, which he often missed.
Finally, the train arrived, the heavywhooshof the wind messing up Seth’s hair.
Hastily, he pushed back the strands that’d fallen on his forehead, and waited for the doors to open. It wasn’t too busy at this time of the morning -10.30am- the leeway that just missed the morning rush.
Stepping onto the carriage, he didn’t bother scanning for spots, knowing he’d be guaranteed his favourite seat as always. Taking the singular window seat, he placed his bag across from him and peered outside.
A group of young adults, maybe a couple of years his junior, ran toward the already closing train doors.
“Come on bro! I’m holding the doors open!” one of them - the one with the choppy mullet - laughed toward his group of friendswho stumbled on. It was true, choppy mulletwasholding the door open and preventing the train from moving forward.
Seth resisted a groan, and resisted even more the urge to get up and yell at them.
As the doors finally closed - “Oidown here” - he heard the group of boys make their charming entrance into the downstairs section of the carriage. Pushing and shoving each other, one of them almost fell onto Seth. He leaned away, his face heating in annoyance, as the boys laughed at themselves, like they were the funniest people in the world.
Seth contemplated getting up, moving to another carriage, but decided that he wouldn’t let someboysruin this train ride. That was, until he heard the all too familiar sound of a bluetooth speaker brimming to life.
A trashy rnb song blared through.
Actually the song wasn’t all too bad.
Still annoying though.
Getting up, Seth hastily grabbed his bag and ambled up the stairs to the carriage landing. Pressing the button to open the connector between carriages, he turned around and glanced at the boys. His eyes met choppy mullets. Seth mustered his best glare, his most intimidating one, before pressing the doors to the carriage door and crossing to the other side.
I can’t believe I had to give up my favourite seat because of a group of eshays.
Stumbling from side to side as the train swayed, Seth noticed that this carriage was a little fuller than the one he’d just come from.Great.This time, he chose the upstairs section. Already at a glance, he could tell most of the seats were taken. Sighing, he headed toward a three-seater, when he spotted the individual seats.
Only one girl sat there, with her bag resting on the seat across.Perfect.Bee-lining down the aisle, he basically stumbled onto the seat, atop the girl's bag.
“Excuse me? Could I sit here?”
While he was saying this, he’d already basically settled his body down, giving the girl no choice but to move her bag. Slick, he knew, but the train ride was weirdly enough one of his only times of solace.
“No, sorry.”
Blinking, Seth glanced at the girl, shocked at her response. He’d throw this bag onto the aisle for all he cared.
Until he saw who it was.
What were the chances?
The creases in his forehead softened immediately.
Nina.
She was smiling at him, a little amused. Seth blinked away his surprise, before smiling back.
“Iwillsit my ass fully on your bag by the way,” he said, his voice lowered into a mock threat.
Nina rolled her eyes but the amusement was still lingering. Slowly, she reached out, clearing up the space for him, and motioned for him to sit. Seth bowed his head.
