I bounded for the doors as the R5 eased in alongside the platform at 30th Street Station. “Come on!” “Slow down, Ava.” Teresa swayed gracefully down the aisle of the moving train, clinging to the seat backs as she went. “They do actually slow the train down to let us off, you know. Sometimes they even stop.” I didn’t bother to answer. Instead I stood in front of the doors, tapping my foot impatiently until they slid open, releasing us into a humid cloud of sulfurous stink. The few other passengers making the Monday mid-morning trip into the city dispersed across the platform. I grabbed Teresa’s hand and squeezed it. “Thanks for coming along to play wing-man,” I said. She appeared unimpressed by my gratefulness. “I don’t know how I let you talk me into this. I should be at the barn today. And it’s not like you need me along to pick up guys.” “Oh, come on.” I grinned at her. “You can’t tell me you’d rather be scooping horse poop than scoping out the hotties.
What do You think about Something Borrowed (2008)?
