The Same Morning Train

Sienna takes the 7:42 train into the city every weekday morning. For the past two months, she has noticed the same man boarding at the second stop. He always carries a paper cup of coffee and a folded newspaper he never actually reads.

每个工作日的早上，西耶娜都坐7点42分的火车进城。过去两个月里，她注意到同一个男人总是在第二站上车。他总是拿着一杯纸杯咖啡和一份折起来的报纸，那份报纸他从来不看。

They started talking almost by accident, back in October. His coffee spilled slightly as the train lurched, and she handed him a napkin from her bag. Since then, they've claimed the same two seats near the door most mornings. They trade small talk about weather, weekend plans, and whatever news is in his unread newspaper.

他们开始说话几乎是出于偶然，那是十月的事了。火车一晃，他的咖啡洒出来一点，她就从包里拿出一张餐巾纸递给他。从那以后，大多数早上他们都占着靠门的同样两个座位。他们聊些闲话，说说天气、周末的打算，还有他那份没读的报纸上的新闻。

His name is Wesley, she has learned. He works at an office three stops past her own. He does something with graphic design, and he explains it more enthusiastically than she expected. She has never given him her number, and he has never asked for it. Neither of them wants to disturb this comfortable, unplanned routine.

她知道了他叫韦斯利。他在比她下车那站再往后三站的一间办公室上班。他做的是和平面设计有关的工作，讲起来比她预想的要热情得多。她从没给过他电话号码，他也从没问过。两个人谁都不想打破这种舒服的、没有计划的日常。

Then, one Tuesday in March, Wesley doesn't get on at the second stop. Sienna waits, glancing at the doors each time they open, but the train pulls away without him. She tells herself it's nothing, probably just a late morning or a doctor's appointment.

后来，三月的一个星期二，韦斯利没有在第二站上车。西耶娜等着，每次车门打开都瞥一眼，可火车还是开走了，没有他。她对自己说没什么，大概只是起晚了，或者要去看医生。

He isn't there Wednesday either, or Thursday. By Friday, Sienna has started to wonder if she'll ever see him again. She realizes, with some discomfort, that she doesn't actually know his last name or where exactly he works.

星期三他也没来，星期四也没有。到了星期五，西耶娜开始怀疑自己还能不能再见到他。她带着一丝不安意识到，自己其实既不知道他姓什么，也不知道他具体在哪里上班。

The following Monday, Wesley finally reappears, looking apologetic before she can even ask. "New schedule," he explains. "I've moved to an earlier shift. I almost didn't recognize the platform without you on it."

接下来的星期一，韦斯利终于又出现了，没等她开口问，他就一脸歉意。“换了新的班次，”他解释说，“我调到了早一点的班。没有你在站台上，我差点认不出那个站台了。”

Sienna laughs, relieved more than she wants to admit. She decides the routine has clearly run its course. "Can I actually get your number this time?" she asks. "I'd rather not depend on both of us keeping the exact same train schedule forever."

西耶娜笑了，心里的轻松比她愿意承认的还要多。她觉得这种日常显然已经走到了尽头。“这回我能要你的电话号码吗？”她问，“我可不想永远靠着我们俩坐同一班火车来维系联系。”