October 10, 20XX
Thursday
I get to the train station super early, but not by choice and not because of a boy.
Although, train boy does help me fly out of bed easier.
I get here 15 minutes earlier because my bus comes every 30 minutes and this is the only one that will allow me to take the express train to Uni.
I pace around the platform until I catch him coming up the stairs.
Quickly looking for a natural pose, I take a seat on the bench.
He trips on the top step and I could see him mutter a curse word as he regains his balance.
I giggle and look away, not wanting to be spotted.
When I turn my attention back towards him, he has long forgotten his trip and was happily swinging around his backpack.
I add a note in my head:
He's in college or high school.
I cross my fingers for college.