During the month of September, Nineteen-Twelve, the train to Yokohoma was more packed than it had even been before.

Focusing out of the window, gentle hues of copper and sienna slip by the locomotive — the serene picturesque of the scenery interrupted by the heavy trail of smoke that the vehicle omitted.

With few stops left, to ignore the commotion in the surroundings cabins you had let yourself zone out while watching the view; an action disrupted once you had reached the next station.

“I’m sorry to be a bother, but you’ve the only empty seats left,” A man — presumably a new passenger softly speaks up beside you, demurely shifting on his feet in movements unnoticed by him.

Outside, the Autumn air was fresh and crisp as the brown leaves fell from the trees. Though, divergently, the stuffiness and heat of the air inside intensified with sudden eye contact between you and the stranger. “Would you allow me to sit with you?”