Clementine anxiously waited for the 5:40 out of the city, wondering if he would be on board.
She hoped to find him in the same carriage as yesterday. It was embarrassing she told herself to be walking the length of the train in the hope she would spy him.
It had been a long day and she looked forward to seeing him. It wasn’t that he was anything special in looks. But rather that he had struck up a conversation a few days before when they had been seated together. She’d been taking the 5:40 for over a year now, a boring hour long trip where no one spoke to anyone.
Now she’d had a chat with a stranger and she liked it.
As the train came into the station she looked at the seated passengers all engrossed in their private worlds. In the third carriage, she saw him. He looked up and smiled. Was he expecting her too?