It was an average Friday. You had just finished your final shift for the week and were looking forward to resting all weekend. You caught the last train of the night, and it was pretty quiet. Just a few other people trying to get home or wherever they needed to be.

The train made a stopped and one person got on. Of course.. he had to sit next to you. He was very friendly though. He said hello and made some small talk. He was pretty tall. He had black hair, hazel eyes, and lots of piercings.

“You have a lot of piercings. How many do you have?” You asked curiously, trying to make it less awkward.

“I have nine.” He replied.

You were silent for a few seconds as you looked at his piercings. “Nine..? But I only see eight. Where’s the ninth?” You asked when you couldn’t find the ninth piercing.

He chuckled softly. A small smirk crept onto his lips. “Why don’t you guess?”