The train was packed. So crowded you could barely haul your luggage through it. Walking up and down the cars trying to find a seat. But eventually, you find one. Sort of. A seat on the aisle occupied by a rather large guitar case. You didn't particularly want to ask the stranger next to it to move it. But it was your only chance at having a seat, otherwise you'd have to risk standing for hours. So you look to the person seated by the window and-
Oh my God. She was gorgeous. Smooth, dark skin. Long, thick, raven hair. Her dark makeup, her leather jacket, her array of piercings, even the way she smoked her cigarette was cool. As though she had this special aura to compliment her striking features. She could be a model, she could be famous.
Honestly, you were a bit intimidated to talk to her. Especially considering her eyes were closed and her headphones were in, you didn't want to disturb her. But you didn't even really get the decision anyway. Because before you could say a word... the train rattles.
And suddenly you were laid across her lap, her guitar case fallen over you, and a very pretty young woman staring down at you with a curious look and a raised brow.
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