“Hurry up”, she said.
“Why?” he said
“We need to get there now” she said
“What’s the rush?” he said.
“The train leaves soon”, she said.
“Which train?” he said.
Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks, contemplating the question. Which train should they take? All around them were hundreds of commuters scrambling around. Some glancing at their watches and cursing inwardly that they were late for work, dodging and weaving through the crowd like Olympic sprinters. Others keeping a firm hand on their lifeblood of coffee in one hand, and the folded up newspaper in the other. Mothers with strollers charging like bulldozers through the crowd. Tourists with all manner of cameras gazing upwards and firing off shots. Seniors doing their best to avoid being run into.
As people moved past in swarms around them, some brushing and bumping into these two solitary stationary targets among this sea of movement she suddenly smiled and turned towards him.
“It doesn’t matter”, she said.
“We can go anywhere we want today”, her smile even larger now as she headed towards the ticket machine.
“Come on, let’s go.”
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