The Train Ticket Room

Date: 5/16/2016

I'm in a train station. A bustling ticket room, looks turkish/middle eastern, tiled arches, sandstone. Its hot. I see leonie (ex-gf) waiting in there, surprised i walk over to say hi. She's wearing her beige cardigan and blue jeans. I'm excited to see her smiling as i walk over. She is smiling too but wary to see me, happy nun the less. "Why didn't you contact me?" She said "its been so long" *at this point in my mind i realise i ruined a chance to act, to have her back, and mentally kick myself. I shrugged, replying with something underwhelming, lame joke. I have to leave, so i say sorry and bye and rush away. After some time I have to go back into the busy ticket room. I see in my peripheral vision that leonie entered again too and just behind me. I pretend not to see her at first then turn to say hi again, I can see she is very happy to see me again, could see it in her eyes. We needed a quiet/private place to talk i see a big vending machine in the corner behind us. We squeeze in together between the machine and the wall, face to face our bodies squeezed together. Close, we happily chat, laugh and flirt - happy to be close again, comforting after so long. From nowhere our mutual friend Sara comes over, puts her arms between us and forces us apart a little. "What do you guys think you are doing?!" She tells us that we are done and to stop being silly. Straight away i agree shes probably right, (leonie looks hurt) then straight away take it back entering with a big romantic line that wins leonie back in that moment. We're both very happy, tears of happiness and i pick her up in a spinning hug. Next moment a janitor taps me on the shoulder and for some reason we must follow him and do some work... We follow him outside to a line of filthy toilets. Opens one up. He has a roll of that wax paper with the prints on it, they sometimes put around toilet rolls i think? I'm actually unsure. But this paper is around the edge of the mirror in the toilet. Leonie and myself have to replace them. I reach to pull the old one off and a hand grabs mine and stops me. Its a handsome, young man with slick back hair wearing a dark purple velvet suit. He's the boss of the janitors. He tells me you cant touch them, they are dirty. He gives me these little squares of paper to use, fold over and grab that way. I look at leonie and we both nod, time for work. /