I hate subways.

I sigh, holding the hanging strap from the ceiling as I glance around the crowded subway, my eyes darting from person to person.

Of course, it had to be raining today. Of all days. And right when I finished working up a design for a client, it started to downpour, leaving my only option of getting home being the subway.

Dragging a hand down my face, I mutter a quiet curse under my breath.

“Damnit.”

Why is my luck always so shitty?