Mentoring

There was only one person there, on this midnight train thudding through the countryside and slicing this pitch dark matter with its beam of light. But he didn't notice any of this, he was somewhere else. His thought trail had taken him to the sunny beach where he 'd hold her hand for the very first time and now he was reliving it again and again. He could almost taste the salty wind that had played in her blond hair. He could almost feel the tiny sand grains that stuck to her hands after  their work on sandcastles and could almost hear the crazy seagulls screaming their heads off. It was two days and 6 hours since they'd bid goodbye, she'd smiled and suddenly kissed him on the left cheek. He still remembered the sweet smell of her. That kiss took him off guard and shook the ground under his feet making his knees wobbly. Jack had been mentoring him through these unknown waters of courtship and now he had to wait 11 more hours and then he would call her. He wanted to do everything the right way and Jack had loads of experience he 'd had many girlfriends.