Rachel

How amazing?! A day after I meet Rachel, I trudge my way down to the Path after a long drinking night and sit on the platform to find myself right beside her again! "Well isn't this funny? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were stalking me." She looked over at me and laughed. It was a good laugh. "How was your night?" she asked under her laughter. "Can't complain, worked hard, partied harder..." She wore an oversized white t-shirt with a gecko on it to hide the black tank top she must work in. It had to be a trick she used to conceal the fact that she's a bartender and is loaded with cash. The oversized shirt only made her stand out more. It looked like one of those cheap tourist shirts you'd get from your aunt after she got back from some place exotic like... Australia. (Ok ok so that's not so exotic but its several timezones away!)Taking everything in I looked down at her shoes and pants which weren't as messy as the night before. "Slow night?" I asked "Yeah, how'd you know?" I smiled and gave her a mischievous look as I replied "You don't look as dirty. Last night you had so much white gunk on you, I could have sworn you were a milkmaid. Or a really nasty woman." How could she not laugh at that? Luckily she did, because getting slapped across the face at 4am can't be fun. We got on the train and talked more. It was nice. The 20mins we spend together underground is a perfect way to unwind for the night. Before she got off I said to her. "Look, you're cool and all but if I find you on the platform tomorrow night I'm gonna assume you're a crazy and run for the hills." She laughed again (no surprise there, women's standards for humor fall dramatically at this hour)"Well then don't look for me till Monday because I wouldn't want you to think that. I work from then straight until Saturday." And again we parted ways quite abruptly. I smiled to myself the rest of the ride home. Looks like I have a commute mate.