Train Sparks.
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Train Sparks.
Chapter Four.
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I glanced at the man beside me.
He sure was a smart ass. Hot, though.
I shook my head and turned my attention to the empty tracks, watching the people mill around. Geez.
"What's your name?" he inquired.
I hesitated, partially wishing I still had that cigarette between my lips so I could delay the answer to his question without seeming off.
"You do have one, yes?" He lifted an eyebrow as he spoke, peering at me.
"No s**t, Sherlock. It's Cassie." I replied, narrowing my eyes slightly.
"Short for?" He flicked my arm.
I flinched and rubbed my arm, glaring at him. "Cassiopeia, asshat."
He chuckled in response to my insult, standing up as the train pulled into the station. I following suit, waiting for the doors to slide open as I ignored him humming a joyful tune beside me.
Sure, he was fairly good - looking and something about him was making me want to know him, to be close to him, but he's still quite annoying.
As the train moved forward with a jolt, I stumbled right into his chest, getting a big whiff of his spicy cologne, causing me to cough and push back, a noise of frustration leaving my lips.
"Oh my, are you alright, dear?" Held up by his grip on my wrists, I looking up at him, scowling.
"I'm fine." I quickly said, jerking my hands free.
"I know you didn't ask, but I'm Cameron." He spoke softly after a moment of silence between us, keeping his eyes to the window.
I ignored him, waiting for the train to come to a stop. Thank god we could part ways, then I'd never have to see him again. I gave a sigh of relief, letting myself delve into my thoughts like I frequently did every morning on the train.
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