It was a cold morning, 5.30 am and I was waiting in the train station. A day before the Uni had started, but I thought it’s a good time for a couple of days off to go on a trip.
In an unexpected way, for me, I arrived earlier to the station, have no idea why as I usually run after the train. I decided to get into the 1st coach of the train, even if I usually prefer staying somewhere in the middle. Didn’t have tickets with a specific seat, so sitting anywhere was fine.
I shouldn’t have been in that train. The Uni had started and I was involved in a few different things, like charity work. I was busy and it was a lousy time for a 2-3 days trip.
I got into the train, cuddle up and fel asleep. An hour later, at another station, a tall man got into the train. He was usually taking the 1st coach, a fact that I will discover later. He asked me if the seat in front of me was taken. The compartment of 8 seats was empty, beside mine, obviously. We started talking and we talked and talked and talked for 3 hours, until we arrived at our destination.
He shouldn’t have been in that train. He had some unexpected issues with his student accommodation and that was the reason he was going to Bucharest again. At that time he was supposed to be already moved into his room.
Before we arrived, we’ve exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and I thought that was it. It wasn’t. A few days later he called me and we started talking again and less than a month we were officially together as a couple.