London..a capital that never sleeps be it in all season. He's there for some meetings with clients who's staying at the Charring Cross. It's easier to take the train from where he is rather than driving. The traffic there is to die for too. The company had booked him to stay in the same hotel too and he didn't have to chauffer or play tour guide with this client.
His brother drove him early to the station to catch the first train out. Gets settled and the carriage soon begin to filled up with people in suits..office attires going to work. There are all kinds of people in there. Chinese,
Indians..and what nots. It's quite interesting to watch until he saw her.
He can't make out her native origin. An asian but of which continent? Hair pushed up using those flower clip. A frustration look on her face narrowing her eyes for a place to seat. Just happen the one opposite of him is empty. He waved at her. She looked at him and around her. She taps her nose with a questioned look. He nods and points to the empty seat in front of him. She narrows her eyes on him as she moved foward only to
stumble coz someone had pushed her. He caught her just in time and a whift of orange and cinnamon scent escaped from her. Quite an interesting combo. He looked behind at the bloke who had pushed her. Giving him the feral look. The bloke raised his hand and apologised.
She looked up at him with those dark brown eyes. Unspoken gratitude in them and he nods acknowledging them. She sat facing him and blew the stray hair from her face. He chuckled and she raised an eye
brow at him. He raised his hand this time..showing he's not the enemy. What did happen that had made this woman so worked up he wondered. Finaly she settled down and look at him straight in the eye and said thank you. He had expected some tiny shrilly voice or even with an alien slang but not at all. Perfect pronounciations but he can't judge by just that only two words.
The train moves smoothly and she didn't utter any more words. And he's dying to strike a convo
to know about her. Why..he has no idea at all. He then smiled at her again..and again she raised
an eye brow at him. "Coffee?" he asked her. He eyes brightened up and he likes what he sees.
She looks around the table and at his bag. "If you have a magic wand..I'll have a mocha. Or are you hiding a coffee machine in there?" she replied. He laughed at her quirky wit. "Lady..if I have a wand, I would not be travelling on this train...besides..my lover has to stay at home." She gave him a wicked smile.."I doubt your rear has enough voltage to grind the beans." He laugh again and shook his head. "Do you always counter say for everything?"
She nods.."And I always get into trouble."
"Nothing wrong in speaking your mind...well..I'd say yours are lethal for those who do not understand or lack any sense of humor. I just offering coffee no string attached."
Just then a chubby cheery lady pushed her trolley asking if anyone wants coffee or sandwiches. He waived at her. Ordered coffee for both and paid for it. He look at her sipping from the paper cup savouring it like some drug. He wanted to talk more but didn't want to seem like some sleazy pick up lines. He still can't figure out where she's from.
The journey takes two hours. They didn't speak to each other then after. She had closed her eyes to get some forty winks maybe. He just sits there and look at her face. Sun kissed skin..freckles on her nose and cheek. Just admiring her exotic look knowing he will never see her again. But he wished she would at least tell him her name before they go their sepate ways. The train finaly stops at the destination. She was still asleep. He let everyone gets off and finaly taps her hand gently to wake her up. "Hey sleepy head..the blokes are going to kick our butts if we don't get off the train."
She opens her eyes, stretched a lil and smiled. He was taken aback. She got up and looked at him.
"Are you coming or do I have to drag your butt?" He shook his head trying to clear his mind. What did just happen..he wondered. He followed suit and gets off the train with her.
At the platform, she turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered thank you. Her lips soft on his cheek...and she left.
He just stood there and watch her disappear in the crowd. He touched his cheek where she had kissed him. He could smell her scent on him. What happen when he woke her up...
What he saw was nothing he had ever seen before. Sincererity, seductive and a beautiful smile. The kind he would want to wake up to every morning.
But he knows he'll never see her again. Don't even know where she is from or her name. He's going to call her PET..Perfect Enchanted Traveller.
An imaginitive image..