Rush Hour Crush

Caitlin sat on the train reading her copy of the Metro at the start of her long journey. She was working in London and going back to Coventry to visit her family whom she missed dearly.

She loved her life and job in London, and worked very hard to make a success of it which meant that she hadn’t made many new friends or found that special someone in her life, but she told herself, and the well meaning relatives that asked her about it, that she was still only young and had plenty of time for that.

She was having a giggle over Rush Hour Crush. “Stunning redhead in the green dress. You looked so lovely as you dashed off your train at Oxford Circus. I wish I had asked for your number. I was the tall guy in the trilby hat. Drink?”

Her phone rang. Looking at it, she smiled.
“Hi Mum! Yes, I made the train and I am on my way. Should be arriving in about an hour. Meet at Starbucks?”
“Oh great, you got the fast train then! Lovely, can’t wait to see you darling! Hope you have a good journey. Knowing you, nose stuck in a book, so I’ll let you enjoy!”
“Actually, I was just reading Rush Hour crush. I wonder if anyone meets like that? I mean the chances that the paper will publish it, that even if they do the person will even see it and recognise it as themselves and what if they don’t even notice you or think you were a creepy stalker?”
“Oh you old romantic, you! I get what you mean, darling, but you have to admit, it’s kind of romantic! Probably just as safe as a blind date or Tinder or anything else.”
“I guess you are right Mum!”
“I had better go and get ready. See you in an hour at Starbucks!”
Caitlin put the phone away with a smile and finished reading her Metro. Once finished she got out her Kindle and got stuck into a thriller that had been advertised a lot lately.

The man opposite her said, “Excuse me, would you mind if I took your paper? I didn’t manage to get one this morning.”
“Of course not, I’ve finished and I’ve got my book anyway!”
He looked at her and thought, Oh my, she’s gorgeous. What a lovely smile. I would love to invite her for coffee, but after hearing her talk to her Mum, she might think I’m a stalker!

Caitlin read her book, not really able to concentrate. The man opposite her was really gorgeous. She hadn’t been attracted to someone for a long time, especially with not really knowing them.

She was just about to try and start a conversation on one of the articles in the paper when the train stopped. He gave her a big smile and said, “Well, here’s my stop! Have a lovely weekend!”
Caitlin met her Mum at Starbucks in Coventry station.
“Oh darling, you look so sad! Thought you seemed happy this morning! What happened?”
“Oh Mum, it’s so silly! I met this guy on the train and he was so gorgeous and had a lovely kind smile, and just as I plucked up the courage to start a conversation, he got off the train.”
“Oh no darling! Did you get his number or anything? You may be able to find him! You never know!”
“No Mum. We barely spoke. He might be a total creep for all I know!”
“Oh darling, what a shame! You know, if you are still thinking about him by the time you go back home, maybe you should try Rush Hour Crush!”
“Oh my days, Mum! I couldn’t-”
“Oh go on, live a little. What’s the worst that can happen? It doesn’t get published? Then you have lost nothing! It gets published and he doesn’t see it? Still lost nothing! He sees it, responds, you date and it doesn’t go well, at least in a few months or years you wouldn’t be saying ‘If only!'”

Caitlin had a lovely weekend catching up with friends and family in the Midlands before making her way back home on the train. When the train got to Watford Junction she hoped the man would get on. Unfortunately, he didn’t.

Tuesday’s Rush Hour Crush:
“To the beautiful girl whose Metro I took on Friday morning. I really regretted that I didn’t ask you for your number and instead you went for Starbucks with your Mum! Coffee with me this weekend?”
“To the gorgeous man who took my paper, I was just about to strike up a conversation with you when you got off the train at Watford Junction. Drink sometime?”

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