Friday, September 10, 2004

Rachel Lives!

It's 0331hrs. I just got home from a looooong night at HK. Alex forgot to shut down the computers and patch out the system the night before and so my sales from yesterday and today were combined. We had to go through each transaction to settle the account properly... It was a major pain in the ass, thank God for the free bottomless glasses of wine.
I got to the train station at exactly 0200hrs. The station was filled with semi-sober people. I figured the train would be rumbling down the tracks at any moment... It took 48minutes for the train to Journal Square to arrive. Thank God (again) for a good book and another chance encounter with Rachel.
Yep there she was walking down the platform straight towards me. Like myself she has the car position down to an exact science such that when the train pulls up at her station (Hoboken) she gets off right where the escalators are. She had a happy bounce to her step tonight. She wore her stained work pants and shoes but wore a tiny pink tank top exposing her muscular arms and deep tan. She was totting along a bag in one arm and craddling a new book in the other. "Well look what the cat dragged in!" I say to her as she comes within shouting distance. She smiles and walks a bit faster now, almost skipping her way towards me. "How long have you been here?" she asks with a big grin on her face and a little twinkle in her eye. "About 45mins" I tell her. "Good, the train will be here in about 2mins. It must have been waiting for me!" To my surprise, the train arrives 3mins later. We board the car and sit beside each other leaving a seat between us so we could turn towards each other and talk. We did some catching up. She told me about her terrible credit history, and I told her about Gina. She offered me advice and I pointed out some good night spots for her to take her friends. "I'm throwing a party at my restaurant on the 19th" I tell her. "You should come." "Wait, is this the place?" She opens up her book and pulls out the business card I gave her the night I met her. I felt all warm inside... Awww how sweet she kept it. hahahahaha! I smile and nod. She lets out a little giggle and tucks it away in the pages of her book. "So this place Le Souk, you go there alot?" she asks. "I do, I'm normally there every Monday if not Sunday." I respond. "Well maybe I'll see you there. I have a guy friend that I've been meaning to take out and so I guess I'll have him meet me after work and we'll meet up with you in Le Souk." "Sounds like a plan," I say. The train pulls up and she gives me a hug. I look up as she pulls away and smile. "See you when I see you?" "See you when I'm looking at you" is what she replies. "Oh and Red" she turns and says just before she steps off the train... "You better make your move before she thinks you're gay and just want to be friends." I could only smile as the door closed.

1 Comments:

Blogger p said...

make your move before she thinks youre gay? hahaha.. classic!

8:47 AM  

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