I leaned against a metal pole attaching to the roof and floor. I nuzzled my cheeks into the red scarf wrapped around my neck, keeping it from freezing. The busy subway was filled with the chattering of people talking, the musicians playing their instruments begging for money, little kids whining to their mothers, and the clicking of heels against the cement floor. Then a honk from a moving vehicle and bright yellow headlights shining. The moving mechanism slowed down then stopped right before my eyes. The number on the side was 42. The doors eased open and a crowd of people in costumes, little kids with their parents, and small animals came through. I shoved my way through the strange creatures, trying not to get carried away.
When I was done with that wave of people, I spotted an open seat. I walked over, my heeled-boots clanking with every step I took. I quietly sat down in the cushioned chair, taking a rest from standing for thirty minutes. A couple seconds later, a very attractive young man walked near me.
"Excuse me," he said, "Is this seat taken?" Not being able to get words out I shook my head. He took the place next to me. Our skin touched each other and I got butterflies in the pit of my stomach. He placed his arm on top of my chair as I started to lean back. When my shoulders rubbed against his arm, I shot up.
"Sorry," I apologized to the young man.
"For what?" He wondered, flashing a cheeky smile at me. My face started to get hot, a signal that I was blushing. I covered my cheeks with my hands and turned away from him.
"You're adorable when you blush babe," he flirted, "My friends call me Lucas but-"
"I've heard that pickup line before," I whispered, crossing my arms and staring straight ahead of me.
"How about: I lost my teddy bear-"
"Will you sleep with me? I know all of them! The jail ones, the angel ones, the glass of water ones, the bed ones... All. Of. Them!" I exclaimed, getting really ticked off.
"Can you meet me at the North Starbucks at 10 tomorrow?" Lucas asked. I sighed and looked into his deep brown eyes that were staring back at me. I was about to say that I couldn't when the bus came to a hault. I stood onto my feet and took a few steps when a hand grabbed mine, pulling me back.
"Will you?" He pleaded, his puppy dog eyes begging. I took a deep breath.
"Um... Sure," I answered, regretting it quickly. He smirked at my backside as I walked out of Train 42. I hurried up to the cobblestone sidewalk above the terminal and searched around for a taxi driver. I finally found one speeding by. I put a thumbs-up, telling the driver that I needed a ride. He stopped and I quickly climbed into the backseat.
"Where to miss?" The driver asked.
"New York Downtown Hospital, please," I replied.
"Sure thing little lady!" He exclaimed stepping a foot on the gas pedal.