“Hi Emma”

“Hi Emma”

Those words took turns of replays in my head

He sounded nice, he Sounded the way he looked

I strolled home from the train station, smiling at intervals

I got home and was welcomed with the biggest hug from my best friend

” In my books, you are the best, and I love you”

She said these to cheer me up

Let us not forget that behind the blushing face, existed a jobless girl

She expected tears, at least that’s all I’ve been doing all day

I was still smiling

“What happened”, “Spill”

“Nothing,” I said laughing

she was squinting her eyes in a bid to get the truth out of me

fine, it was the “man half-standing”

that was a name we agreed on a year ago

“he was on the train”

yes he was

“How did you still even recognize him”

I felt bad for profiling him so I stuck a picture in my head

“Okay so what now”, “HOW IS HE GETTING YOU TO SMILE ON A DAY LIKE THIS”

I….I don’t know, I don’t

it just felt good to see that he is doing well, too well a fact

“He looked really good”, I said smiling a bit too hard

“too bad, you have no reason to be on that train again for the longest”

“your job was the only thing getting you on that train”

damn, I sank into my favorite beanbag chair

is this the end of this story?? I cried out

”at least you had a scene” she snapped back

Felicia has been my best friend for as long as I can remember

she might be 2 years older but that only affected us on days we got into arguments about why we weren’t born on the same day. She has always been the best and we have been living together for 3 years

She knows everything about me, all down to that one embarrassing time I built a sand castle at the beach and nagged my parents to leave me there so I would finally live my dream of being a princess. She is my person, my man figure, my love…..but Peter,…he is sinking in. Peter feels more than a crush.