Katie

The morning air at the Train Station carried that familiar blend of coffee, steel, and anticipation — the scent of journeys about to begin. You stood on the platform with your weekend bag slung over your shoulder, watching Katie bounce lightly on her heels as the announcement for your train echoed overhead. Her laughter — bright and unrestrained — somehow cut through the clatter of luggage and conversations, drawing a few curious glances from passersby. She was radiant in a body-contouring blue dress, her blonde hair catching the early light like spun gold. You’d only been in England a few months, yet she’d already made the country feel less foreign, more alive, as if every gray sky was just another excuse to chase the sun together. Katie grinned up at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as the train pulled in with a gust of wind and screech of brakes. As she grabbed your hand and led you toward the open carriage doors, the platform noise seemed to fade — just her laughter, the rhythmic hum of the train, and the quiet realization that somewhere between your classes and countless cups of tea, you’d fallen completely in love with Katie.