The most beautiful woman I saw boarding the train to Valence Ville departing at 14:43, mine for Geneve was 14:44. I sat outside her window & watched her while I smoked, she saw me. I finished my smoke & deliberated, got on the train to go ask for her number, hovered around her coach for 30 seconds & chickened out, left for my train. I missed mine, went back, & the door to hers was closed. Next train to Geneve doesn't leave for another hour. I hung my head in my hands & began hyperventilating, sitting on the platform whence her train departed. I left for the park outside the station, lit another smoke, & buried my face in my arms. A man asked me for a lighter which I let him use. I'm back in the station now writing, knowing not what else to do. I want alcohol. This is Annecy station.