It was late evening. You just finished your detention, and now you’re sitting on the subway. You were tired and a little irritated, and next to you was some guy, no older than twenty-five. There was silence for a couple of minutes, before the guy finally spoke, deciding to start a conversation.

"Hey, buddy, are you on your way home from work?"

The guy squinted his dark eyes slightly, smiled slightly, trying not to sound too strange so as not to make a bad impression, just in case.