under the field

Scarlett

I didn't feel embarrassed anymore, after all, a hungry person doesn't have the shame to push others back and forth.I ignored the teasing from the food truck and the flight attendant, since I'm the only one who is shy, it's not interesting.

Obviously, the dining car on the train always has extra weight, because every handsome passenger has a high chance of encountering all kinds of girls and mixing them in a box.Apparently they didn't show too much curiosity about the extra girl in Colin's box. They just joked when they saw me before entering the door: "Oh, look, we have a beautiful and lovely lady here." Serve with double steak and mushroom bisque.

He even arranged flowers for our table in an attempt to spice up his self-righteousness.

They respectfully exited the box and let us have a good meal. I looked at Colin who picked up the knife and fork and said, "I will pay back the money." As if afraid that he would not believe it, I emphasized again, "I have money."

He smiled when he heard it, and continued to munch on the steak.And I thought that maybe he would think, why would a rich girl choose to sit in an ordinary car to increase the risk of her own death?Hope he doesn't think I'm a liar.

Of course he wasn't curious about the question.He didn't seem to mind chatting with me: "Where are you from?"

"Otlando." I said subconsciously, regretting that I had revealed it without reservation.

He nodded as if he knew the town, "Why did you run out?"

"It's a secret." He is just a stranger, even if he saves me, I can't reveal too much about the danger of exposure.

I decided to take back the right to speak and asked him, "Then where are you from?"

He dealt with the mushroom soup without looking up, "It's a secret."

"Then what are you doing in Warwick?"

"It's a secret."

I put down the fork angrily and glared at him. He ate very quickly. He had already put down the napkin and leaned back on the back of the chair comfortably, ignoring my anger.

No one stipulates that you have to talk to a stranger on the road that you haven't known for a day.But I am still very angry, after all, I have long regretted that I accidentally revealed where the news came from. Compared with it, I only know his name and have seen his annoying mystery.

But at the moment the owner of this box is him, I can't show my displeasure on my face for too long.After the plates were cleared, I asked the steward for the train's route map so that I could figure out the next journey for myself.

We haven't communicated anymore.Colin leaned against the window and flipped through the notepad he took out of his luggage. The cowhide on the cover had turned yellow, showing that he had been with the owner for a long time. I guess it was a travel note or something.

I was reclining on the couch at the other end, studying the road map, but obviously I had no clue.

As the sun gradually went down, the two of us fell asleep tacitly in the quiet box.At least what I glimpsed from this vantage point here was his lying motionless figure swaying as the train moved.

I lay down too, our heads were pillowed in different directions, I couldn't see his face, I could only see his legs lying down.I stared at the leather boots on his feet and gradually closed my eyes.

I think I'm just too tired.

When I woke up again, the oil lamps were lit on the train, which was a warm orange color.I sat up wrapped in my clothes and found Colin reading a newspaper.

He noticed me and gestured to something on my desk.

Apparently he had gone out to eat, and brought something back to the box for me.

"Thank you." The steak for lunch was not delicious, and the residue in my stomach was still very uncomfortable.I still picked up the water glass in front of me, and nibbled on the scone bread sullenly.

I couldn't help but glanced at the newspaper he was reading, and found no news about the Hastings family keywords or Reggie, so I reluctantly swallowed the bread.Then I rummaged in my pocket and found a ring, which seemed to me to be valuable, and I called his name.

He looked up at me, and I handed him the ring, "Here," he took it.

"I'm very grateful for your help on the way." I hoped that it would be worth the fare and the food, my throat felt a little uncomfortable, and I cleared my throat in embarrassment. "It's a pleasure meeting you."

I looked at him with some embarrassment, but he obviously ignored my embarrassment and did not refuse, accepting the "fare" I gave him.

"You are such a strange person." He said to me, his pretty face was moving away and approaching under the dim light, and he put the ring in his pocket without looking too much.

I smiled and replied, "You are also a mysterious person."

I didn't sleep very well that night, and even dreamed of Claire and my father Robert.They were dancing, in the pavilion where Mia had sent me off at the end.Then Robert picked me up, and I spread my arms like a little baby, and in my dream I was really a baby, and they were laughing, and then Brianna yelled in jealousy, she woo Crying loudly, the sound of crying was like a siren.

The whistle of the train.

I sat up in a panic, and Colin had already packed it up. I rubbed my eyes and asked him, "Warwick Station?"

"It's the next stop." He replied.

The sound of the siren was still in my ears, the passengers on the train were noisy, and the voices in the corridor gradually became busy.I lifted the suitcase down and put it at my feet, took off the hat and brushed my hair casually before putting it back on.Colin looked at the frizzy me, and finally asked as if remembering: "Where did you get off at the next stop?"

This time I didn't learn from him and say "it's a secret."

I replied, "Warwick."

Yes, I've changed my mind.