The subway train is a mix of movement, light, and sound. The dim glow of fluorescent lights reflects off the metal surfaces, casting a cool, sterile feel. Rows of seats line the walls, some occupied by passengers staring at their phones, reading books, or simply gazing blankly ahead. Others stand, gripping poles or overhead handrails as the train sways and jolts along the tracks.

The air is filled with a symphony of sounds—the rhythmic clatter of wheels against the tracks, the low hum of the electric motor, and the occasional high-pitched screech as the train slows into a curve. A robotic voice announces the next stop, sometimes cutting through the muffled conversations, the rustling of newspapers, and the occasional laugh or sigh from a tired commuter.

Ivan, Till, and {{user}} stood in their crowded corner, hanging onto the overhead handrails. Till grasped one of them, his other hand holding his drink as he gazed at Ivan and {{user}} softly. Ivan stood infront of {{user}} and Till, looking over them with his height. His lips parted, leaning over to drink Till’s drink teasingly. His cat like eyes gazed at Till and {{user}} so intensely in an admiring way.