Ryan stared at the station platform expectantly, with an expression that was a sort of cross between the optimism of waiting for Santa to come down the chimney at Christmas, and the pessimism of waiting for an announcement to go over the loudspeakers saying that the train had been derailed. His best friend from London was coming, from London, on her first visit to Wales, to see him here. Ryan wanted everything to be just perfect. Justine stood beside him, her arm entwined with his, and Jocelin stood a couple of steps away.
A couple of minutes past ten, the train to Wales was visible past the end of the platform, and from the tension that suddenly went through him, Justine could only guess that he was doing his very best not to bounce on the balls of his feet. Justine was also looking forward to seeing Renee again, but from Ryan's wide eyes searching, straining for his first view of Renee through every window in each of the carriages, Justine suspected she came a sorry second place in most excited of them all.
A couple of minutes past ten, the train to Wales was visible past the end of the platform, and from the tension that suddenly went through him, Justine could only guess that he was doing his very best not to bounce on the balls of his feet. Justine was also looking forward to seeing Renee again, but from Ryan's wide eyes searching, straining for his first view of Renee through every window in each of the carriages, Justine suspected she came a sorry second place in most excited of them all.