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"You really need to get a car, Hailey," he said, the lazy and dream-struck mumbles of a tired young man.
She smiled, briefly loving the harmless nickname that stuck, beaming to him and then saying, "That wouldn't be very bohemian of me." They grin.
It is the first train of the day, six in the morning with a dark blue vestige of the previous night dying. "You don't even know what that really means," he yawns. She is up and alert. It was her desire to be on the first train of the day.
She had whispered in his ear the night before, after an extended flurry of wild sweet nothings, "Take me on the first train of the day, and then on the last for the night." She had this accent, a reminder of her recently-completed university days in England: yet, she overdid it, and it became a pretentious hollow mockup. He ignored that flaw of hers, much like he did every other.
Here they were: he glanced up from his watch, stifling another yawn. The train slid past the tracks of Damai. "Keep your eyes open," he murmured to her sleepily. "We'll soon be going underground, and by the time we come out it'll be bright daylight staring back at us."
Hailey kissed his ear, and the train slid into the tunnel, the whirs and screeches now food for their senses.
She smiled, briefly loving the harmless nickname that stuck, beaming to him and then saying, "That wouldn't be very bohemian of me." They grin.
It is the first train of the day, six in the morning with a dark blue vestige of the previous night dying. "You don't even know what that really means," he yawns. She is up and alert. It was her desire to be on the first train of the day.
She had whispered in his ear the night before, after an extended flurry of wild sweet nothings, "Take me on the first train of the day, and then on the last for the night." She had this accent, a reminder of her recently-completed university days in England: yet, she overdid it, and it became a pretentious hollow mockup. He ignored that flaw of hers, much like he did every other.
Here they were: he glanced up from his watch, stifling another yawn. The train slid past the tracks of Damai. "Keep your eyes open," he murmured to her sleepily. "We'll soon be going underground, and by the time we come out it'll be bright daylight staring back at us."
Hailey kissed his ear, and the train slid into the tunnel, the whirs and screeches now food for their senses.
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