Isobel skipped down the train until she found an empty compartment. She was all smiles, because she was so happy. She had learned to surf-which did not mean that she was even remotely good at it. She vowed to practice next summer though. Her other reason for being happy was Damien. She still could not believe that she had kissed him, and vice versa. She sat down on the bench in the compartment and took out her notebook. She began writing, not paying attention to anything that was happening outside her compartment.