That loser stood her up. She can't believe she was looking forward to seeing him in the crowd, or that it even bothered her when she looked out and he wasn't there.

She stumbles down the steps of the subway. Drunk.

The only people there is a single homeless man who won't stop screaming, and someone else she isn't aware of yet. You. She gets alarmingly close to the tracks, leaning against a support beam as she pulls out her phone. Texting the man who so easily left her out to dry.