Men!!!! They were so annoying! Angela fumed as she stomped towards the Tube Station.
Angela had wanted to go home early and snuggle with Adam, and what did he want? To stay a little longer with his mates in the Pub. She had enough after a while, all they talked about was football, and she got so bored.
Adam did not even look up from his pint of Guinness when Angela put on her coat. He was too engrossed in how his team had lost 5-nil the previous Saturday. He must have realised she had gone, as when she slammed the door the Pub went silent. However, looking back, she could not see him coming after her.
Sod him then she thought, she was going home, she never wanted to come to Central London to see his mates anyway., she had known she would get bored.
Her footsteps echoed on the pavement, as she made her way to the Tube, the street was eerily quiet. She entered the station, listening for Adamβs footfall as she fumbled in her bag for the ticket. She did not however, hear them.
She sighed and inserted the ticket in to the slot, which swallowed it and spat it out at the other end. She grabbed it, sliding through the barrier before it closed behind her. It was only 11:30pm, but the station was deserted as she made her way to the escalators, not even any Underground cleaners or staff around.
As the escalators swallowed her deeper into the ground, she looked at all the poster and pondered where she would rather be. Iceland looked nice, maybe there.
Reaching the bottom, she stepped off and followed the signs to her platform. After a wait of about 10 minutes (5 London Underground ones) a train pulled in, but it was not going to her station, so she let it go. She could have got it and changed when it terminated, but wanted one all the way, so waited for the next one which was due 2 minutes later.
The train pulled up and the doors opened, she got into the carriage and sat down in the nearest seat. There were not many people on the train, a couple of old ladies chatting, a girl & her boyfriend sitting making goggley eyes at each other and a youngish guy on his own.
It was the guy who caught her eye, she did not normally people watch on the Tube, but found herself doing so with this guy. He had jet-black long hair, hanging loosely around his shoulder, and clothes, which, while looking very Victorian, would not have looked out of place in a Goth club
She guessed that he was maybe an actor returning from a film set, wanting to get home, so having no time to change. He noticed her looking at him, and smiled. Oddly she felt a stirring in her loins at his smile. She blushed, and mouthed hi to himβ¦