"Today's the day." David thought to himself as he collected his things, ready to leave work for the day to catch the 18.15 train.
"Today is the day that I finally speak to her."
David had been taking the same train to and from work for the past year and everyday he saw the same beautiful woman in his carriage. He had been working in London for just over six months when he first saw her.
The day started like every other. He woke up, showered, got dressed while drinking his morning coffee and left the usual time for the train. He had recently bought himself an apartment in Epping, having just moved from Leeds to London for his career. He had trained as an apprentice for three years to become a fully qualified accountant. It wasn't an easy three years, having to hold down, what felt like, more than a full-time job while also studying and doing exams, but it had paid off. He was now exactly where he wanted to be, hired by a big, accountancy firm in Moorgate, an apartment near the city, no debt except his mortgage, but he was single and had been for over a year.
When he entered the station that morning, was the first moment he saw her. A medium height, blonde girl, buying her tickets at the automated booth, trying to juggle her purse and her coffee as she worked the machine. David looked her over, automatically drawn in by her beautiful green eyes and red lips.
He was about to offer his help when the ticket was finely spat out of the machine. He walked down the stairs to the platform, wondering what train she would be on and where she was going. It only took a minute to see that she was on his train. He boarded, choosing the same compartment as her hoping to talk to her. It was only a twenty-minute ride into the city and he never got the chance. She was sitting opposite him, looking around her at the scenery and the other passengers. She was in a long black dress, clearly dressed for work, covering her well, while still exposing her amazing figure. Even though she was slim, he could see that she had a large chest pushing out from her chest. When she looked at David, she smiled to him before returning to her phone.
When they got off the train at the same stop, David cursed himself as he thought it would be the last time he would see her. He was wrong, he had seen her again on the way home. He was going to try to speak to her again, but the train journey seemed much faster than normal and she disappeared away with the crowd as all people do.
That night David sat on his balcony thinking of the girl. He had never been good at picking up strangers, or girls in general for that matter, but he had wanted to speak to her. She seemed interesting to him, looking around the train, not letting any thoughts escape with her looks. He wondered what her name was, what she did for work, what she looked like naked. He soon went to bed, masturbating to thoughts of the mysterious girl on the train, wondering what she was doing, wondering if she was doing the same.
The next morning, he had put the girl out of his mind as he made his coffee, getting dressed. He assumed it was a one off seeing her but again he was wrong. When he got to the platform on the way into the city there she was, wearing a blue dress this time, looking just as beautiful as she had the day before. David wasn't bad to look at himself, he stood a little over 5ft 11, had medium length, blonde hair, a slim build, and was dressed in a grey suit. It wasn't that he didn't feel confident, he had just been out of practise for too long and his fear held him at bay, preventing him from talking to her.
It had been like this for a year now. He saw her almost every day, always carrying the same bag, a coffee cup and looking just as beautiful. Neither he nor her had changed but they both kept seeing each other, smiling, or nodding to each other either on the way to or from work. Over that year, David had been on a few dates with Sarah, one of the office girls. He knew it wasn't a good idea to date someone at work but after being single for so long he couldn't help himself. It didn't last long, they dated for a couple of months, spending more time in his apartment, more specifically his bedroom, than on a date but it had worked for them. Sarah had been beautiful, younger than him at twenty but looked and acted much older. They had gone out to some bars after work but always headed back to his apartment quickly. She was fantastic in bed, athletic and flexible, but he still couldn't help thinking about the girl on the train. She was so beautiful, so mysterious to him that he even imagined it was her he was with instead of Sarah. It had ended suddenly when Sarah had got back together with her ex, she had expected him to be upset with it, but he agreed with the amicable split. He knew it wouldn't have gone anywhere, they had nothing in common.
"Today's the day I finally speak to her." David told himself again leaving his office on the Monday evening. He locked the door, not seeing anyone else as they had already left an hour ago and headed down to the tube station ready to board the same train as usual. Today was no different, there was the girl, standing on the platform in the black dress and heels that he had seen her in that first morning. They boarded the train taking two of the empty seats but this time sitting next to each other. He was about to say something when she pulled her phone out of her bag and settled into looking at something. The train pulled in at their station with neither of them speaking or making eye contact.
David was kicking himself for his lack of courage as he waited by the door for it to open. All he had to do was turn around and say hi to her, but it was much easier said than done. How do you start a conversation with a stranger? He thought to himself for the hundredth time.
He stepped off the train, about to turn around and speak to her when he heard a loud 'crack'. He quickly turned round seeing that it was the girl, her heel had snapped as she had stepped down and had lost her balance. David reached out and grabbed her arm to catch and steady her on her feet before she could fall over.
She had felt the heel snap under her and could do nothing to right herself. She felt herself lose balance, her ankle giving way underneath her. As quickly as it happened, she hadn't noticed the man in front of her reaching out to grab her. She looked up to see it was the same man she saw every day on the commute to work.
"Are you OK?" David asked her, helping her keep balance, slightly loosening his grip on her arm.
"I think so, I knew this heel was going, I could feel it all day." She replied shifting herself over to the seats on the platform.
David let go of her, knowing she was fine on her own.
"I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean to grab you like that." David said to her. This wasn't exactly the way he had wanted to speak to her, but he was speaking to her, the ice had been broken and he was proud of himself.
"It's OK, if you hadn't, I probably would have fallen over completely, no one else gets off at this stop. I'm Dominika." She said this through a slight accent, nothing strong, but still a hint of a foreign accent he couldn't quite place.
"I'm David, nice to meet you." He wanted to say something else but had no idea what to say.
"You too." She replied.
"How's your ankle, does it hurt? Can you walk on it?" He asked her, concerned for her wellbeing.
"It's fine, it was more the shock and surprise of it. I will just have to hop home; I don't live far away." She said smiling at him to let him know that that was joking.
"Do you want help? I could walk back with you if you like?"
"No, it's fine. It's only a two minute walk but thank you. You've been very sweet." She said smiling so widely at him he could almost see all of her pearly white teeth; it was a great smile. David felt himself go red but quickly covered it with a small cough of discomfort.
They got up from the seats, and walked to the exit of the station, Dominika walking unsteadily next to him. He wanted to offer to walk her home again but didn't want to sound creepy or weird.
"Well then, I guess I will leave you to it. Have a good night." David said as he was about to part from her.
"You too. And thanks again. I will see you on the morning train." Dominika said to him, waving goodbye.
In his apartment David was very happy with himself, he had finally spoken to the girl on the train. It hadn't been as smooth or cool as he wanted, actually it was about as bad as it could go, but he was still pleased with himself. He ordered himself a takeaway not wanting to bother cooking for himself and ate it out on the balcony. He liked to sit there, eating or drinking and enjoying the view of the city ahead of him, especially on a warm spring evening like today's. He had worked hard to get where he was and was hoping that now they had broken the ice he might get to speak to Dominika more. Dominika. It was a beautiful name and matched her well. He still couldn't place her accent and made a mental note to ask her about it the next day. He went to bed early watching a movie and continued to think about her.
The next few days passed without any incident. David kept seeing her on the commute, but now saying good morning or hello to each other. It wasn't until Friday until they had another proper conversation.
"Hi Dominika, do you mind if I sit here?" He asked her, gesturing to the empty seat next to her.
"Of course, please do." She replied. "How's your week been? Saved any other girls?"
"No just you I'm afraid. Been a busy week though. What about you?" He replied chuckling.
"Let's just say I'm glad it's the weekend. I could do with the rest. What do you do?" She asked interested.
"I'm an accounts manager for an accounting firm. You obviously know where I work as you see me leave the train every day. What about you?" He asked.
