<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd395/TawneyThorn/Ana-Beatriz-Barros-01_zps9670399b.jpg) (http://s1217.photobucket.com/user/TawneyThorn/media/Ana-Beatriz-Barros-01_zps9670399b.jpg.html)</div><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lilian West</span></strong><br/>27 Years Old<br/>engaged<br/>photographer<br/><br/>Lilian was running late as the taxi dropped her off in front of the train station, suitcase in hand she ran down the platform she could hear the whistle blowing on the train, "damn..wait wait.." she just knew she was going to miss it as that had been her luck today. Her business meeting was out of town so she had planned a weekend out of it and she found trains so much more romantic and mysterious then planes were.<br/><br/>Ticket attendant pulled open the door and reached his hand out to assist her aboard. Lilian was out of breath by now but managed to thank man as he led her towards her compartment. It had been the only train on the tracks so logically she assumed it was hers as it had been due to leave right now. Little did she know her train had been delayed and wouldn't be there for another thirty minutes.<br/><br/>Upon putting her suitcase up in her area she walked out to the main passenger sections and took a seat a the intimate little bar they had so conveniently nestled away. Lilian sat at one of the small tables after ordering a rum on the rocks.