Emily;

She boarded the train at Bankstown station, destination - Yagoona.
He seemed to have come from nowhere, nearly causing a potentially awkward collision.
"Oh, sorry."
And, after a moment, "Um, is this the train to Lidcombe?"
"Yes, it is. Are you going there?"
"No, Yagoona."
He was much older, with glasses and a tall build. They sat on down on the upper level of the carriage, and she hesitatingly placed the earphone back into her ear.

"Where are you from?"
This was not going to be a silent journey.
"Oh, what do you mean? Near um, Bankstown?"
"No, I mean your country."
"Oh! I'm Vietnamese."
"Have you been here long?"
"I was born here."
She was unsure of what to say. Would it be rude not to repay the friendliness?
"Where are .. you from?"
"India." He gave a small smile and looked directly at her. She shifted her position and looked out the train window, pondering on what would be the conventional thing to say next.
"Are you, new here?"
"No, I've been here for six years."
"Oh! My bad ... sorry."
He smiled again, "It's nice to meet you" - and extended his hand.
She took it, still slightly hesitant.
"You are a student?"
"Yeah, year 12."
He gestures to her textbook.
"A student of Science, yes? Is it difficult?"
"I think it is."

She took the earphone out.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah." She allowed herself to smile. It was the truth, after all.
"Right, I was only joking."

She placed the earphone back in again, and looked at her hands.

"You're beautiful."
"What? No ... what?"
She suddenly felt very uncomfortable - Why does he keep looking at me?
"No, really. Your smile is like ... "
She didn't catch the last word. Was it 'currency'? But that didn't seem to make sense. She wanted desperately for it to be Yagoona.

The train slid to a stop and she got up.

"Bye."
"Yes, it was nice to meet you" He held out his hand again, but this time she didn't take it, pretending she didn't see it.

She smiled politely and waited for the doors to open.
He came down the stairs, "Bye."

She unboarded and hurried to her tutor class, thinking all the while, how strange it was.
That afternoon, she wondered of what beauty really was, and if it was different coming from the mouth of a stranger.
She spent the afternoon trying to capture beauty. Trying to capture the flash of colour of a ribbon in the sun, and the ephermal glint of spiderwebs.

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Was that the inspiration I needed?

P.S. OMG PETER PETRELLI !! :(


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Emily;

She boarded the train at Bankstown station, destination - Yagoona.
He seemed to have come from nowhere, nearly causing a potentially awkward collision.
"Oh, sorry."
And, after a moment, "Um, is this the train to Lidcombe?"
"Yes, it is. Are you going there?"
"No, Yagoona."
He was much older, with glasses and a tall build. They sat on down on the upper level of the carriage, and she hesitatingly placed the earphone back into her ear.

"Where are you from?"
This was not going to be a silent journey.
"Oh, what do you mean? Near um, Bankstown?"
"No, I mean your country."
"Oh! I'm Vietnamese."
"Have you been here long?"
"I was born here."
She was unsure of what to say. Would it be rude not to repay the friendliness?
"Where are .. you from?"
"India." He gave a small smile and looked directly at her. She shifted her position and looked out the train window, pondering on what would be the conventional thing to say next.
"Are you, new here?"
"No, I've been here for six years."
"Oh! My bad ... sorry."
He smiled again, "It's nice to meet you" - and extended his hand.
She took it, still slightly hesitant.
"You are a student?"
"Yeah, year 12."
He gestures to her textbook.
"A student of Science, yes? Is it difficult?"
"I think it is."

She took the earphone out.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah." She allowed herself to smile. It was the truth, after all.
"Right, I was only joking."

She placed the earphone back in again, and looked at her hands.

"You're beautiful."
"What? No ... what?"
She suddenly felt very uncomfortable - Why does he keep looking at me?
"No, really. Your smile is like ... "
She didn't catch the last word. Was it 'currency'? But that didn't seem to make sense. She wanted desperately for it to be Yagoona.

The train slid to a stop and she got up.

"Bye."
"Yes, it was nice to meet you" He held out his hand again, but this time she didn't take it, pretending she didn't see it.

She smiled politely and waited for the doors to open.
He came down the stairs, "Bye."

She unboarded and hurried to her tutor class, thinking all the while, how strange it was.
That afternoon, she wondered of what beauty really was, and if it was different coming from the mouth of a stranger.
She spent the afternoon trying to capture beauty. Trying to capture the flash of colour of a ribbon in the sun, and the ephermal glint of spiderwebs.

________________________


Was that the inspiration I needed?

P.S. OMG PETER PETRELLI !! :(