Chapter 734 The Wildest Night Of My Life:>Ep2

• The next day, May had things to do and I didn't want to overstay my welcome, so I decided to do some sight-seeing and we agreed to meet up at the train station that night.
• A trip to the Eiffel tower and a few other sights under my belt, I met up with May at the entrance to Gare de Lyon station at about 9:00 that night. She smiled warmly when she saw me, which was a good sign. She wasn't having any second thoughts about spending the night with me in a train car. We bought a couple bottles of wine and a few snacks and boarded the train. One of the uniformed conductors led us to our sleeper car. He opened the sliding door to reveal a small, narrow room with a window on the far side and a couch built into the wall on the left side. The right side of the room had a small counter with a little sink. The conductor showed us how the couch folded into a bed and how two other bunks could be pulled out of the wall above, allowing three adults to sleep in the car, each on top of the other. He also told us (with May translating) that the room was not fully booked, so we would have it to ourselves. That was a relief. Having a third person crammed in there could have been awkward.
• We tossed our bags in the compartment above the door and decided to head to the restaurant car for a snack and drink. There were only a few other people in the car, so we had no trouble finding a table and were soon drinking beers and sharing a cheese plate. As we nursed our drinks, pacing ourselves for a long night, I noticed for the first time the girl who was sitting at the table diagonal from us. She was stunning, with brown flowing hair and a dark olive complexion. She looked so much like Penelope Cruz (the actress) that for a few moments I wondered if it was actually her. She wasn't, of course, but there was a definite resemblance. I tried not to make it too obvious, but whenever I could, I stole a glance at her. She was sitting by herself drinking wine and she had a large backpack resting in the chair across from her. On a couple of occasions, when I glanced over, I noticed that she was looking over at us.