To The Lukas(!) On Track 17,
Today is history in the making, because I'm writing this letter while you're in my line of sight! Maybe I'll even be able to deliver it to you in person! You're sitting on a bench really close to me and can I just say that haircut is a mind-blowingly amazing look for you? Totally not something I'd expect from a grumpy lawyer who wears suits all the time, but cool all the same.
Thanks for giving me your "abridged life story"! Your name is really awesome, but I think I'm going to stick with the tradition of calling you "The [insert really noticeable characteristic here] on Track 17". So, if you want to, you can keep subtly insulting me in your opening. Before you make a snarky remark about me being an "oblivious idiot", I do notice, but I find it really clever and endearing. Yes, your long term stealth mission of hurting me emotionally is a failure. Don't be sorry, it's better this way.
Let's get back on track- Track 17, am I right?
I have a pencil this time, but I still feel like I can't take that back, for some reason.
Anyway, it's good to know my intuition about you being a baker was right! If you can, you should totally make me some Norwegian goodies or whatever your speciality is. What's your favorite thing to make? Do you make anything with licorice? I actually really like licorice when it doesn't come from my deceivingly-innocent Finnish cousin (in-law? Whatever it's called, he's my cousin's husband).
Speaking of family, do you have family in Denmark? If so, do you live with them? If not, do you live with anyone? I own a house with two of my drinking buddies, but only one of them actually stays there regularly. He's German (Prussian?) and pretty cool, except when he disappears for a week and then shows up again, half-naked on his pissy brother's back- which happens way too often for his stays at home to be considered "regular". My other roommate is American and likes to irritate one of his professors by showing up at his apartment uninvited (I wouldn't ask, though I'm sure you really didn't care in the first place).
What I'm getting at is that I think I'll stick to the unassuming "I technically live alone" next time someone asks.
Thanks for the advice- I don't think I'll change my major, though. I really do enjoy International Studies, especially since I've made tons of friends from all over the world! Writing is really more of a glorified hobby than anything else and I'm sure I'll find a more convenient chance to share my stories someday.
Also, for someone who keeps trying to convince me that you aren't concerned for my wellbeing, you're really doing a good job of making me feel like you do. I didn't think it was possible, but I think I like the deeply-hidden "genuine Lukas" more than the surface "emotionless ice queen Lukas"! Ice or not, you're still pretty…chill...in my book.
I'm going to end this before it gets worse,
The Abominable Wordplay Snowman
To The Idiot That Doesn't Know What An Eraser Is,
I would say something about the puns, but I'm sure you are basking in shame well enough without my help. Now that we've confirmed your inevitable shame, I can move on to more important things, like the fact that you were somehow close enough to complement my haircut and I still didn't see you delivering my letter to its usual spot in my coat pocket.
That brings up a question that's been on my mind since I made the mistake of replying to your first letter- how do you deliver your letters without handing them to me in person? I have the advantage of the morning train and the tip jar, while you're confined to a stand for the entirety of my nightly wait on Track 17. I hate to admit it, but I believe this means you've sparked my...interest. Don't get too excited- I'm only interested in your mysterious letter delivery methods, not you.
To answer your most recent bombardment of mildly personal questions- I don't have any family in Denmark and I live alone. I'm not unhappy with that arrangement, especially after hearing about the two hot messes you call "roommates". They seem to fit your personality all too well.
I enjoy baking cakes and other things that can accompany coffee, since it makes up about 85% of my diet. I can definitely make something with licorice, seeing as it's my brother's all time favorite snack. That being said, I haven't made anything of the sort in quite a while, since he decided it was in his best interest to leave the country without telling me.
I'm sure if you had siblings, you'd have notified me in some irritating way by now, so I can only assume you have no idea what it feels like for a brother to completely abandon you and everything you worked so hard establishing with them. I'd be lying if I said it didn't sting at first, but I'm sure he had a good reason. I've said too much at this point and it's getting hard to write with the train's movement, so I'll leave you to thinking about how you can manage to swindle me of more personal information in your next letter.
Until the inescapable next time,
Lukas Bondevik
STORY TBC
Things are heating up and getting more serious and I still manage to make terribly corny puns. It's a gift. Making not-so-subtle references to other characters and pairings must also be a gift, since there's like six in this chapter...what can I say? I'm a dork who enjoys writing about dorks, especially of the "personified country" variety :3
You all are still blowing me away with your amazing reviews, so I hope I'm keeping you all interested and amused! (that sorta rhymed XD) Thanks for following, favoriting, and enjoying this story in general- it never ceases to make me smile!
