The sun is about to rise again, the wind is hugging me. I can feel my body shaking. Fog can be seen through my mouth. I slowly put down my bag and start robbing both of my hands.
With the combination of the wind and my bangs covers my eye sight. I put my brown hair back from my ears. My red scarf is also dancing because of the wind, it looks cute though.
I get my big brown shoulder bag and the sound of the train started to horn. The train looks old school but beautiful. The moment the door opened I immediately enter the door because I’m really freezing outside.
A lot of people are already inside, I hardly walk properly inside because of how small the space is. I took a glimpse to the paper from my hand to see what seat number am I to.
It’s number 36.
I look around and it seems like I should move further more. As soon as I saw it, I put my bag above and sit comfortably.
Then-
“Miss? Do you want so coffee?” Asked by the lady beside me standing. It seems like they were the one who’s assisting the people inside the train.
“I would love to have one please” I give her a smile and immediately vanished.
Not a moment later, the girl came back holding a cup of coffee. It’s a warm black coffee.
I gave her a thanks.
Without time wasting I put out my black notebook and pen.
I’m an author. And I’m about to write other people’s stories.
Different people.
Different stories.
Different outcome.
But they all have something in common.
Love.