Melbourne Train Girl has always had cold feet.

Tonight it is 9.3 degrees celcius outside and exactly 14 degrees inside her house. She can't find any socks, so walks around on the slate in bare feet. Today she bought a new red coat with Paddington toggles and a hood. She is wearing it now, buttoned all the way to the top.

She wishes for warm thighs to put her toes between. For naked skin pressed against her own. For fingers lightly down her spine.

She wants to call him, but has decided it is his turn. Melbourne Train Girl calls boys too often, and doesn't want to scare this one away. So she will wait for him.

Hopefully he calls her soon. Tomorrow? Hopefully.

Maybe she already frightened him away...

Her bed is cold like his was.

She always has had cold feet...