Hey y'll! Another chapter!

It was with a troubled mind that Train was in as loaded the groceries in his mini shopping cart.

He was in Harbord's shopping center right then because Sven had sent him to get groceries while he and Eve worked together on a mission,

Initially, Train felt a tad miffed, but still he welcomed the idea of sometime alone with himself.

As he took a bottle of milk from the fridge, his thoughts strayed to the dream he had last night.

Train normally didn't dwell on dreams he had before as nothing good ever came from it.

He flinched slightly as memories of other, more unpleasant dreams from his time in Chronos surfaced, before shaking them away with a toss of his head.

The voice he heard in the dream, even though it was gone, he could still feel this lingering presence waiting on the edges of his peripheral vision, ready to pounce.

His hand was reaching for a carton of eggs on a shelf when a slender hand snatched it before he could.

He looked down and an angry remark was cut short as he was met with very familiar amethyst eyes.

Train's mouth hung open in surprise. It was the girl from the sweeper café!

"I..It's you! Lo!"

A few prying customers turned around to see what was going on.

Mild irritation flickered over Lo's features.

"Yes. Do I know you?"

"It's me, Train!"

An eye twitch.

Train's grin drooped a bit. "From the sweeper café?"

"Oh." Some recognition dawned on her face. "Nice to meet you."

She took another carton off the shelf before walking off, leaving a surprised Train behind.

"Wait.: He grabbed her hand and felt her tense up.

"What now?" Irritation laced in her words.

"There are somethings I've been meaning to ask you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

He leaned closer.

"Sweeper business." Train whispered, low enough that the nosy spectators couldn't eavesdrop.

She tilted her head sideways as if in thought.

"Okay. Let me finish with these-she held up her shopping bags-and we'll discuss over tea."

Train smiled down at her .

"And milk."


As Train and Lo had tea, he learnt 3 very important things.

Firstly, Lo loved tea, a lot.

Secondly, Lo loved to eat, a lot.

In fact, her love of food could almost be compared for her love of tea, which overall could contest with Train's infatuation with anything edible.

And last but not least, Sven would kill him if he saw the bill…after having a spasm.

Train watched in amazement as he witnessed a person other than himself scarf down 10 round of foie gras, ice cream cake, chicken nuggets with ketchup, hot dog rolls, meat pies and fried rice in less than 15 minutes flat.

After observing this flow of events he felt a sort-of familiar bond between the raven-haired girl.

Two kindred spirits united by their mutual love of food.

After completely picking all her plates clean she produced a flowery embroided handkerchief and daintily patted her lips.

"Thank you for the food. I was feeling slightly peckish."

"Uh-huh."

"So…" She went straight to business. "What sweeper business did you call me here for?"

"Actually…I wanted to know more about you."

"More about me?" She repeated with some confusion.

"Yes." He gave her a sly grin. "You can say you intrigue me too."

She lifted an eyebrow but refrained from commenting.

"You never told me where you came from, or what you do for that matter.:

"Neither did you." She pointed out.

"Yes…but that's not the point."

She cocked her head suspiciously. "It isn't?"

"Well, when we first met, you said…-Train changed his tone of voice to imitate Lo's- When you were fighting that man, you were releasing waves of killing intent that didn't seem natural…It was like staring at a shadowy abyss."

He looked at her for her answer.

"Hmmmmm."

She ducked her head and her long locks of dark hair obscured her eyes from view, giving the impression of someone deep in thought.

"You…"

"Yes?" Train leaned closer to hear her better.

Suddenly, her head snapped upwards and she gave Train an accusing glare.

"Hey! You're that guy from the sweeper café!"

Train sweat dropped.


After assuring Lo, that yes, he was the guy from the sweeper café, she seemed more inclined to give him answers.

"Sorry. I'm horrible with faces." She apologised in way of explanation.

"That's okay. " He responded, still smarting from her indirect insult.

"Anyway…" she started, changing the subject. "When we first met, it's just like I said. You were releasing some dark energy that just didn't feel natural." She shrugged her shoulders.

Train leant back on his chair with a thoughtful 1 expression on his face. " I see…"

He turned to her.

"Am I still releasing this…dark energy?"

She nodded her head.

"But not as much as before, it seems smaller, like if it was subdued."

Train's mind raced towards the previous scene in his dream but forced himself to keep listening.

"…And, I also feel more presences too, but they seem…" She trailed off.

"Dark?" Train suggested.

She frowned. "No…more like…different…that's it."
A sudden ring brought both eyes to the watch on Lo's wrist.

She frowned again. "Sorry. I have to go now."

Train raised his two eyebrows in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Someone's expecting me." She explicated as she packed her belongings inside her bag.

Train felt awkward standing there with his hands in his pockets with nothing to do.

"You need any help or something?"

"No." She replied shortly.

After a while, she straightened up with her bags in her hands.

Train suddenly had a thought.

"Can I have your number? So I contact you whenever you want to meet up?"

"No." She responded firmly.

"Pardon?"

"I will come to this area on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, after this month, my service will be needed somewhere else and I would have to depart."

"I see…"

"Good day to you." "And with a terse nod, she walked away, leaving a surprised Train behind.

A/N: I'm not getting much constructive reviews for this story so I'm thinking of just stopping it.

I know what's gonna happen but y'know *shrug* I've got other gigs to take care of, so I'd like to know from more people if I should continue this story.

Footnotes

1)l I would just like to point out that yes, Train does think.