Memories.

It was just another day. She was on her way to work. Suddenly, her driver brought her car to a halt. She was about to question, but her ears sensed the sound of a train approaching. She lowered the glass and as the train came closer, she began counting the number of compartment. One, two,  three...and her heart began throbbing louder as she counted twenty four. The same crossing and the same number of compartments made her nostalgic. Last time, it was also the same when she counted sitting on his bike. He looked at her in the rear view mirror and laughed.
A jerk, she felt. As her cab sped off, she smiled. He and his memories still visited her from nowhere.