I flipped the laptop shut and slipped it back into my duffel bag.

I didn’t want any more chats with him.

I didn’t want anything else from him.

I sat backwards and lifted my hot chocolate and wrapped my fingers around the cup to warm them up.

Was Shefton really as good as it sounded? I didn’t know and I wouldn’t unless I tried it out.

I looked at my watch; it was 12.00, I would be in Sheffield in a few minutes.

The fields thinned out and a few warehouses started to build up, they turned into houses, trees then a city.

The train started slowing down and we stopped in the train station.

I picked up my bag and cup of chocolate before squeezing past other people getting off; I didn’t want to be caught in a crowd.

I stumbled off the train and half ran and half walked towards the exit.