On Thursday the Short Boy is leaving to go overseas for five weeks. Melbourne Train Girl knew he was going, but she didn't realise it was so soon.

"When do you get back?" she asked him last night as they sat in his car, her chin resting on her hands, her hands resting on his shoulder.
"The beginning of August," he replied as he tucked a stray piece of Melbourne Train Girl's auburn hair behind her ear, "and I hope that I'll still be able to see you after I get back."

Thinking now about the way he pronounced that sentence makes Melbourne Train Girl's heart beat a little faster.

"I hope so too," she replied smiling, and then joked, "but you might meet some lovely Croatian girl and forget all about me."
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think that will happen. But you could meet some dashing young man who comes and sweeps you off your feet, and then you'll forget all about me."
Melbourne Train Girl smiled, then hesitated slightly before answering "No, I don't think that will happen either" and kissing him on the cheek. Telling him that she didn't want anyone else to sweep her off her feet would give away how much she actually liked him.

For some reason he makes her a little shy.

Five weeks is too long. She told him that.

"Can you fit in a suitcase?" he asked.

It was getting late. She told him that too.

"I am saving sleep for when I am on the plane."

He is leaving on Thursday.

And things are only just beginning.

Melbourne Train Girl wonders how little sleep he can survive on until then...