Romantic Story - Part 3 - The Woman with the Lanyard

by Peter Barnes ID Expert

Woman dressed in red getting onto a train

I looked back at the now empty seat and only just noticed; oh no her lanyard. I better get off the train and hand it to her! I didn't even give it a second thought as I just saw the lanyard on the chair and I just had to give it back to her.

I quickly scooped my bag off the floor and flung it over my shoulder; I had to be quick to not let the train doors slam shut in my face and stop me from chasing after the beautiful women. In a matter of seconds, I went from sitting across the beautiful stranger to now rushing off the train after her.

The lanyard was dangling from my right hand and the other was holding tightly onto my bag strap that I had flung over my shoulder. The second I stepped off the train my heart started to thump out of my chest. I was finding it so hard to concentrate, heck I couldn't even see the mysterious woman on the platform anymore. I was so nervous at the thought of finally speaking to her that I couldn't even think straight.

After I spent a moment collecting myself and calming down, I started to scout around the platform to try and find the woman. I looked frantically all around me, in each direction and multiple times; I had forgotten which way she got off the train.

Did she turn left out of the station or right? It was as if she had just disappeared into thin air. The train I had just abruptly walked off was now starting to leave for the next station stop so I thought I might as well walk outside of the station of a possible sighting of her.

I was feeling at a loss; I had walked up and down the platform and even wondered around the car park outside the station and still no sign of the woman. I started to think that maybe the woman saw me rush off the train after her so she made sure to get away from me quickly. I was beginning to worry that she thought I was stalking her but I couldn't help looking at her on the train she was so beautiful. I was feeling very deflated and slightly overwhelmed, so I sat down on the bench at the platform to wait for the next train to pass though, to take me back home.

There I was minding my own business, still holding tight onto the lanyards and all of a sudden, I could see a woman in the corner of the station leaning against the walk talking on the phone. I didn't pay too much attention and carried on staring into space waiting for the next train.

The woman's voice got closer and closer until she was virtually right under my ear, it was getting a bit too close so I got up, slightly aggressively due to my still sour mood of losing sight of the woman, turned towards the woman talking on the phone and it was her. The woman from the train!

I looked at her in shock, she noticed, not surprisingly and then she began to speak.

She spoke down the phone to someone called John, apologising for something and then ended the call saying I will see you tomorrow. She still had no expression on her face yet looked at me as she said goodbye to the caller.

When she ended the call, I cleared my throat and nervously smiled at her. I was amazed, the woman recognised me immediately. I had forgotten that I still held her lanyard in my hand the whole time, I must have looked like an idiot, I'm watching her on the phone whilst she was looking at me holding her lanyard. How embarrassing.

She grinned from ear to ear, she looked very pleased to see me. The very first thing she said to me was how thankful she was that I had her lanyard. She must have thanked me about eight times in the space of five seconds, she proceeded by asking me my name. We had a very pleasant exchange for a good minute or two about how grateful she was and how she only noticed when she went to use the station's toilet that her lanyard was not in her bag.

After a few more minutes of very pleasant conversation I realised I haven't even asked her for her name, so I did. Ava, Ava Woodsen, what a beautiful name I thought. She was so grateful and touched that me, a stranger, got off my train home to try to reunite her with her lanyard that she wanted to show just how appreciative she was by asking me if I would like to go for a drink one day after work as her way of saying thank you.

This was all ending up to be playing out a lot better than I thought it would in my mind. We exchanged numbers, her suggestion, which of course I was thrilled about. I was ecstatic to have both a name and a number to the mysterious woman on the train.