He stood with his back to the station
Suppose he was waiting for inspiration
The train was just pulling in
He put his tablet in the alligator skin
The bag matched the boots he wore
Showing off maybe, or something more?
The train puffed a bit of smoke
When she appeared through it, inspiration woke.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her
Dressed in a coat trimmed with white fur
He stood straight and made his way
Over to her and asked if he may
Carry her bags, in a gentleman’s proffer
She said why yes, that’s a nice offer
He would be happy to, furthering pursue
She relinquished her cases, it was his coup
Such meetings an off chance you’ll meet your mate
He thought he might have though remained sedate
He was sure she was used to having men take her side
So attractive he thought they can’t be denied
He carried the bags into the hotel
She carefully looked back at him, his chest swelled
“Can I offer a drink as a thank you?” She asked.
“Ah, yes, that would be lovely, but these are no task.”
This story could go on with more romantic play
But I think their future has no arrière-pensée.
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Writing Prompts
The Bag Lady 
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