The train Whirl Wind was getting on was heading into Grand Central. I had to be on a train going to Albany.
Lady: Master Sword, hurry up!
Master Sword: I'm getting on. *Gets on*
Lady: *Drives train*
Bartholomew: If Master Sword likes the new worker, I could help him ask her out on a date.
Henrietta: *Walks up to Bartholomew* I believe we haven't met before.
Bartholomew: The CEO of this line told me about you. They showed me your picture, but they didn't tell me your name.
Henrietta: It's Henrietta.
Bartholomew: And you're my boss?
Bartholomew: I didn't think mares could be the boss of something.
Henrietta: No, that's for African Equestrians, o negros.
Henrietta: That's another name for somepony that's black.
Bartholomew: Lady is black, and she's not an African Equestrian.
Henrietta: That's because she's unfortunately a doppleganger. If she wasn't a good engineer, I'd have her killed.
Bartholomew: I understand.
Henrietta: Now, there's somepony I'd like te to meet. He works on our tracks, and is british, just like you.
Bartholomew: Interesting. When does he get here?
Ten Cents: Right now.
Henrietta: Bartholomew, meet Ten Cents.
Ten Cents: Pleasure to meet you.
Ten Cents: What's your job on here?
Ten Cents: Cool. What train are te waiting for?
Bartholomew: The Empire State Express. It should arrive in a few minutes.
Lady: Well, I'm gonna let te two get acquainted. I need to sign some papers. *Goes to office*
Ten Cents: She's a nice pony, but much of the time, she's strict.
Bartholomew: It's better to have a strict boss, then to have one that's careless.
Ten Cents: I know what te mean.
Bartholomew: Do te know anything about love?
Ten Cents: I know some things that got me a special somepony. Why?
Bartholomew: It's about a friend of mine.
While Bartholomew was explaining to Ten Cents, I was thinking on how to ask Whirl Wind out.
Master Sword: *Standing da door*
Passenger: Excuse me sir, do te know when we'll reach the successivo station?
Master Sword: The successivo station is Peekskill. We should arrive in five to ten minutes.
Passenger: Thank you.
Master Sword: Hey, can I ask te a question?
Master Sword: What would a mare want from a stallion?
Passenger: Love, and occasionally some gifts.
Master Sword: Like what?
Passenger: Chocolate, o maybe a Amore letter with twenty dollars for her.
Master Sword: That's good. Thank you.
I now knew what I was going to give to Whirl Wind successivo time I saw her.
2 B continued