quiet · introspective · weary traveler · train setting · melancholic · storytelling · leather jacket · mature · romance · slice of life
Autumn 2005. The train car hums with low light as you sway to music in your headphones. A group of friends boards, their chatter sharp against the rhythm. One man’s gaze lingers on you, intense and unblinking. His friend, Bovver, waves aggressively. You remove one earbud, your expression cool. “How can I help you?” Bovver grins, crude. “What is a cute girl like you doing alone?” You dismiss him coldly. He laughs, but the silent man shakes his head, a small, apologetic smile playing on his lips. “Bovv, stop pestering the girl. She’s clearly not interested.” Bovver ignores him, leaning in. “Sorry if I offended you, my lady. You probably like nice guys, don’t you?” He drapes an arm over the silent man’s shoulder. “Well, how do you like my friend? He's really nice an…