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Hey, so I was rereading this and decided to try to fix the formatting which probably didn't work, and I added a few things here and there. It doesn't change the story at all but I think its better than before. So, do what you want.

"Can I have one ticket please?" As I say that someone shoves in front of me, attempting to take my ticket.

"Excuse me, I was here first. Please give me back my ticket." I look down and see a women, a little shorter than me, looking up at me confused.

"Sorry but I need to go now, the train is about to leave and i'm late." I watch as she jogs away, climbing onto the train.

"Whatever, one more ticket I guess." I hand my one of my last dollars over, rushing onto the train which is about to leave me behind. The women is a few feet away from me, looking at her watch seemingly worried. "Do you have to be somewhere so badly that you have to steal peoples tickets?"

"I'm sorry about that, the line was too long and I really need to be somewhere." I give her a small smile, amused at her audacity.

"Don't worry about it. I'm Tobias." She looks up, studying me almost. She squints her eyes at me. The train stops suddenly at my stop. We both get out, and I realize I don't know her name.

"Wait, what's your name?" She shakes her head at me, smiling slightly.

"You're a stranger, I can't tell you. If we meet again, I might tell you. I have to go, bye." With that, she gets lost in the crowd and i'm left standing in awe. I snap out of my daze, remembering I have to go. I press forward in the mass of people before finally hitting the fresh Chicago air.

"$1.64 please." I hand the bus attendant my money before heading to my seat. Someone sits next to me, and I half expect it to be the women from the train but it's not. Maybe twenty minutes later we finally arrive at Navy Pier, my favorite place on earth. I'm scared of heights, but I can't resist the ferris wheel. Standing in line, I look around at the kids on the rides screaming, I smell all the fried food and cotton candy, I smell home. My parents always brought me here as a kid, so I pretty much grew up here.

"Next." I hand the guy my ticket, and gasp as the girl from the train walks up and sits next to me. I usually go alone, but the cart is for two people.

"Fancy meeting you here." She says, looking perplexed. I can practically see the wheels turning in her brain. She mutters something under her breath that I can't understand. Before she has a chance to change her mind, the big wheel starts moving.

"Can I ask you some questions? I want to get to know you if we're going to keep meeting like this." She asks, not really looking at me but at the view in front of us. Below, kids run around in the dark and cars rush around, trying to get home for the holidays I guess. Christmas eve is a busy time of year I guess.

"Ask away, we have some time I guess." As I say that, the wheel stops.

Sorry folks, it seems the ferris wheel is having some technical difficulties. We'll have you down in no time, so don't worry.

"Well that wasn't weird." She mutters. "What are you plans for the holidays?" So begins the questions I guess.

"I don't have any family so i'm just trying to pass the time. My parents used to bring me here when I was younger." She bombards me with a bunch more questions like what my favorite movie is and what my favorite color is. Basic questions. Then I start asking the questions, like what her favorite word is and what her favorite ice cream flavor is. Then the jokes come in from her, and we spend what seems like an eternity laughing and sharing memories and talking about absolutely nothing. Then, it's over. The big wheel starts moving again, and she gets off, and walks away.

"Wait, can I at least get your number?" I call after her. She looks back, sighing.

"Give me a dollar."

"Why?"

"Just give me a dollar."

"If I recall, you owe me one." She gives me a look that makes me laugh, so I give her one of my last dollars anyway. She makes me write my name and number on the dollar before running across the street. I see her hand the cashier the dollar, buying a mint or something with it before walking off. I decided the best word to describe her was enigma. Definitely.

"Hey, where are you going?" I rush after her again, wondering if this is all worth it. I really want to get to know her, but she's making this impossible.

"I'm looking for something. Hold on." She goes into a bookstore and comes back out with a copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird," then writes something in it.
"I wrote my name and number in it, and tomorrow i'm going to sell it at a friends garage sale. If you find it, call me."

"That's all you're going to give me? We had a great night and I want to meet you again."
"Follow me." She grabs my hand and pulls me into a hotel. "Go into that elevator, and push a random button. If we go to the same floor, we're meant to be and we can get coffee sometime." I watch as she goes into an elevator, making sure I go into one opposite of her. As the door closes, she tells me her name at last.

"Tris. My name is Tris." Then the door closes.

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This is a pilot chapter, if you like it I will continue it. My first priority is Roommates so it will be finished before this story continues. If you do like it, tell me in the reviews.