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The yard was bustling with activity. Coaches going and Freight coming. It was a very common sight, especially for Vivian. The Sleeper was off for a few days, and railfolk watching was one of her favorite things to do.
It seemed a new train was coming in, some brightly colored freight with them. Vivian raised a brow, before turning back to her conversation. Scoffing, she shook her head. “I've told Dinah every time! That engine ain't good for her, but that girl doesn't listen.”
She hasn't spotted the red fuel truck approaching, somehow. Vivian needed glasses, she’d never admit it there. Porter stood close by, watching the coaches that were talking. Starlight, that sleeper was pretty. He adjusted his gear, dusting himself off as he rolled closer. He was trying to pull off a suave persona. He leaned on a fencepost, clearing his throat.
“Hello Ladies! My name's Porter, and how are you doing?” He grinned, as the sleepers turned to him. The third class Sleeper giggled, elbowing Vivian in the side. She whipped around, raising a brow as she looked over the hopper. The sleeper gave a soft laugh, tilting her head as she rested her cheek in her hand.
Vivian took a moment before replying. “Oh, you ain’t from around here, huh? You don't look like any stock I know. I'm Vivian, the Second class sleeper, and ain't you a bit bold to be flirting with me?”
Porter gaped for a moment, his face flushing in slight embarrassment, before shrugging. He offered another smile. *Starlight, she was prettier even closer up.* He stammered, brushing a hand through his hair. He was surprised that she had even *spoken* to him.
“I like being bold. And to answer your first question, I'm from the Wembley yard, just passing through right now. But. If I may be even bolder, how'd you like to get lunch with me?”
It was Vivian's turn to be surprised now, she rarely got flirted with, not to mention asked out on a date. She gave a small laugh, but nodded. She pulled out a piece of paper, writing something down. She held out the scrap, before speaking again.
“Here's my number, once your free, meet me at the Diner in the yard, it's my friend's place, and we'll share some lunch, okay?” She put the paper into his hand, before turning and rolling away, giggling along with the other sleeper. She left Porter dumbfounded, staring after her. He looked down at the paper, before pumping his fist in victory. He looked back at his siblings, who had already began teasing him