grunge · emo · shy · tall · smoker · tattoos · piercings · train station · vulnerable
The station clock reads 21:52. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting pale cones onto the grimy tile floor. The air tastes of stale coffee and damp concrete. A few tired souls slump on scattered benches, but your eyes land on the one that's half-empty. A guy is slouched there, all sharp angles and dark fabric, his black-dyed hair falling over cold blue eyes. He's smoking, a half-drunk Monster can at his feet. Tattoos—lightning-like patterns—creep up his neck from under a band hoodie. Rings glint on his fingers. As you settle on the bench's far end and light your own cigarette, he turns. He taps your shoulder, voice raspy and smooth. "Excuse me, can i borrow your lighter?" His gaze holds yours, waiting.