The wind howled through the corridors of the subway station. Winters breath crept along the decayed concrete licking at her ankles, causing a shiver to go up her spine. She was alone. Rats and wads of paper populated the floor beneath her and the graffiti screamed "help-me-I'm-a-troubled-teen" all over it, but besides that, not a soul was in sight. She was waiting on her train to take her to her apartment, in downtown New York. Not a glimpse of the subways headlights peeked down the tunnels.
The music was glaring horribly loud behind her despite how far away she secluded herself from that horrid party. She didn't want to go at all, her friends begged and practically dragged her to it. They were wasted far beyond comprehension even before arriving at the club, same goes for every other stranger dancing and flailing limbs wildly on the dance floor. Her friends' mouths of lies insisted on traveling by foot in the mid-winter season. She was smart enough to bring her coat. She released a breath and connected her two palms trying to keep herself warm, and rubbed them quickly together in a measly effort as she tapped her heel on the metal grate onlooking the shelf onto the tracks. A gaze left and right but still no train. About 20 minutes had passed.
She began to become restless and pulled out her phone. No notifications. She pivoted on her heel and stepped forward still locked to her phone, typing out a heated message to her buzzed friends, as she collided with a woman. Her phone landed on the train platform and all the woman's things crashed to the cement.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, let me help. I didn't even see you there." She said.
"Oh, it's fine, really, there's only a few things, I can get it." The stranger explained.
She stood up and gazed at the bent over woman picking up her things. Red lipstick, a hairbrush, wadded up tissues, receipts, cards; the average stuff you'd find in a purse. Her blonde hair draped over her face hiding what was beneath. She wore a black leather jacket and red pumps that gave her an obvious extra couple inches. A tight pencil skirt hugged her thighs, just as black as her jacket. Her purse lay scattered with the few items that tumbled out. The woman stood up and said, "Sorry I bumped into you, I-I'm so sorry about your phone can I get your number to repay you?"
She was glowing. Skin luminous in the pale dim in the poorly lit station. Her blond hair cascaded down the contours of her cheekbones ending at her chest. Her lips wore a bright red coat on them, the same shade as the one dropped on the cement. Her eyes were deep. Blue and shiny, glazed with love and warmth, something to make anyone smile with ease.
"What?" She asked, not paying attention.
"Your number. I want to repay you for cracking your phone." The woman explained.
She looked down at her phone. She didn't even realize picking it up but the woman was right; a crack ran across the entire screen, and the phone glowed with the screen damaged with a separation of color at the top.
"Oh, it's fine, it's old anyways. That's what I get for not using a case!" She giggled.
"Oh, okay, well I still feel bad about it," she grimaced, "can I at least get your name?"
"Sarah." She answered. She noticed her give a slight glance at her up and down before responding.
"Well hi, my name's Lily, nice to meet you Sarah." She smiled and reached with an outstretched hand.
A smile perked at the corner of Lily's mouth as Sarah met her hand to Lily's and shook gingerly.
Sarah spoke,"Honestly, I don't want you to pay for my phone. The piece of junk is probably worthless."
A moment of silenced passed as Lily let out an exasperated breath and gave another noticeable glance to Sarah's wear. Mainly her upper body.
"Can I at least treat you to a glass of wine or two?" Lily asked reassuringly.
Sarah looked at Lily's cocked head as her train approached on the tracks behind her as the glow of the headlights illuminated Lily's beauty. The train doors opened releasing nobody when Sarah turned towards it, but quickly turned to face Lily again. She smiled and connected her hands at her waist and said, "Sure, I would love that."
"Come on, my place is just down the street." Lily said as Sarah joined her side and the train sped off into the tunnels of darkness and all that was heard were the clicks of heels on the cold concrete, and the two climbed the stairs into the streets of New York City.
