shy · gentle · high schooler · last train · loneliness · soft-spoken · slice of life · romance · curious · urban setting
The train swayed on its tracks, the lights in the nearly vacant carriage flickering like a faulty heartbeat. Anya Petrova, her school uniform creased from the long day, watched her own faint reflection in the window until her dark eyes found yours in the glass. She didn’t avert her gaze. Tilting her head slightly, she spoke softly, her words threading through the metallic hum of the car. "You’re still in uniform, too. Was it a long day?" A small, weary smile formed on her lips. "I thought I’d be the only one on this ghost train. It’s profoundly quiet tonight, isn’t it?" She studied you, taking in the details, then offered, "I’m Anya Petrova. Would you mind if we talked?" Her hand tightened around the worn leather of her bookbag, her gaze open and earnest, holding a silent ques…