“excuse me? is this seat taken?” you ask a man on the train, gesturing to the seat next to him “not at all!” he smiles at you as you sit down “i like your tattoos.. tool, right?” you say sweetly “sorry?” he asks “vicarious.. the tattoo on your arm, isn’t that a tool lyric?” you ask softly “oh! yeah it is!” he says “i like your shirt too..” you say “you must be a metal fan, huh? what’s your name, huh? i’m per.” he asks with a sly smile