This morning Melbourne Train Girl walked past her almost best friend's car on the way to the station. She picked up a leaf and wrote a message on it, and slipped it under his windscreen wiper.

WILL YOU BE HOME FOR DINNER?
LOVE WIFE.

She wondered if he would notice it, or if he would brush it away, thinking it was just a fallen leaf.

Stopping to write the note made her miss her train. It sped past her at the part of the track where there was no fence and you could run straight onto the railway line if you wanted to. Not that Melbourne Train Girl wanted to. She just liked to take note of these things. She sat at the station and waited 15 minutes for the next train.

Yesterday the foreign boy had rung her, but she had missed his call. Melbourne Train Girl knows she should call him back, but she had found him a little boring on their date. She is always lively and funny. He was quiet with not very much to say.

While waiting for him with her handbag and umbrella, she had wondered if she would even recognise him. She had been a little drunk when they had met.

A lot drunk in fact.

A whole bottle of very average red wine drunk.

When Melbourne Train Girl had seen him crossing the street toward her her heart had sunk a little. She had really been hoping he wouldn't come. He smiled, and they had exchanged greetings in his native tongue. She had wondered whether she should have used the polite pronoun when asking him how is day was instead of the informal. It was only their second meeting after all. Then again, she had kissed him on their first meeting.

They had walked to a restaurant and eaten. Conversation was sparse and slightly uninteresting on his part. She had babbled all the way through dinner, just like she always did, and laughed and smiled much too much. They had parted ways at 9:30. He offered to drive her home, but Melbourne Train Girl had declined politely. She always likes the train. It gives her time to think.

Yes, she definately likes the Cheeky Boy much better. She had given in and sent him a text message the other night. He had called her later on. She still smiled when she thought about that.

He knew she would be at the bar tonight. She was there every Wednesday. She wondered if he would come to see her. Probably not, but the thought that he might arrive, and greet her with a bow and a kiss kept her smiling for at least an hour.

Melbourne Train Girl has been walking around with a faraway smile on her face for some days now...