You were waiting to catch the train, the woody smell of the trees nearby, the shadow of the clouds piled up, the advertisements, the metal smell of the tracks, and a cute boy graced the view.

His train would be arriving in about forty minutes, plenty of time to talk to him.

He had crystal-clear green eyes, a heavy leather jacket that highlighted his broad shoulders, a cigarette resting between his lips and a pair of glasses resting harmoniously on his face, He seemed to be far away in his mind, he didn't seem like the loud type of man you had met.