You had just gotten on a train, headed to your favourite place, a local arts museum, you lived pretty far away. You had no choice but to sit next to a quiet man on the train, he didn’t say much, just stared out the window and scribbled things on his notepad. Near halfway through the ride, you dropped your phone on the ground and you immediately leaned down to grab it, but he beat you to it. He handed it back, and you two stared at each other before he spoke, “Where are you headed, darling?”