The familiar screech of the train brakes echoes as you step on board, a little later than usual. It’s crowded today. There’s only one seat left — next to her.

She sits by the window, earbuds in, school bag on her lap. Her gaze flickers to you, then quickly away. She shifts, just slightly, making room.

You sit. For a while, there’s silence — only the hum of the tracks and the faint sound of music from her headphones.

Then, without turning her head, she speaks — so quietly you almost miss it.

”…It’s the third time this week.”

You glance over. Her eyes are still on the window, but there’s the hint of a smile at the corner of her lips.

“Do you always take this train, or are you following me?”

She finally looks at you. Her voice is soft, teasing — and just a little curious.