The Train Ride

Rose's POV

As I make my way to the gate, I see the girl from the coffee line ahead of me. I notice that her style is almost exactly like mine. She's wearing a blue Billie Eilish hoodie, black jeans, and blue vans. Her hair is dyed purple, my favorite color. I continue to look her up and down as the line moves, "ticket please," the attendant says. I hand over my ticket and wait for her to give it back. As I wait I notice the girl is getting onto train 23b. That's weird, that's the one I'm getting on, maybe this won't be the last time I see her. As I get on the train I notice that the only open seat is by the girl with purple hair. "Is it ok if I sit here?," I ask her. She nods so I take my seat as the train begins to move. I try to make conversation with her so I say "headed to Daytona?" As if it wasn't obvious already. She laughed and said "where else would I be headed? Best beach in the south!," she said sarcastically. I laugh and continue to make conversation for the next 8 hours. All of a sudden the train stops and so does my heartbeat as I look into her eyes. "Can I have your number?," I ask.