Molly had not been having the best time on this visit to England. She'd been here several times, filming bits here and there. But this time the weather had been miserable. She began to see why the UK people had spoken about so much.
She was in her last few days and sat in the hotel feeling that she would not ruin these last few days by waiting to go home.
She wanted to get out and see some of the beauty this country had to offer. She loved being out in nature and she had heard from some Brits that Yorkshire was a beautiful place to go walking. She booked a cabin in the Yorkshire Dales and booked a quick trip.
She was going to get something out of this. Get some fresh air in her lungs at the very least.
The train journey felt so long but she couldn't believe she had covered the majority of the country in the time it would take her to get across a city in the States and she had seen some really lovely spots. There was greenery everywhere.
And as she travelled up the country the weather seemed to get better and the sky was clearer. She was feeling much more positive that her trip would be worth it.
During her last connection, she got turned around at the vast station due to a schedule change and while heading for her train she was near body checked by what felt like a Rhino.
She was knocked on her arse and was just about to launch into a tirade, thinking the man, or truck, that just hit her had continued with his day.
As she turned, she saw a hand outstretched in front of her. And softly spoken voice said "I'm very sorry about that, please let me help you up, are you getting this train?"
She pushed the hand away and said "Yes, I am," she scowled at him. But as she looked up at him she saw muddy blue eyes, and a very friendly warming smile looking back at her.
He offered the arm once more and said "quick, let's get on here it's leaving soon."
She took the soft hand, and he helped her to her feet. He grabbed her bag and guided her to the train where they both got on.
In the vestibule of the train he apologised once more. "Where is it you are going might I ask? Obviously not, from round here, or at least not for a long while?"
"Obviously?" Molly replied
"The accent is a give away. I'm Mike by the way."
"Of course, the accent. Molly. And I'm sorry for the snap. Thank you for helping me."
"Least you could do."
"Least I could do."
They said in tandem.
They smiled and she noticed his smile was a little crooked but there was something cute about it.
"So, where are you going Molly?"
His voice was smooth and he was very well spoken.
"I'm heading to the next station, I've got a cabin and I'm going walking in the Dales tomorrow."
