you’re sitting on a train, your guitar in a case on the seat next to you. you know it’s bitchy for one person to take up two seats, but you couldn’t care less.

a few minutes after the train starts, it comes to a harsh stop due to the snow. your guitar case falls onto some random boy's head who— somehow fell beneath you. he pushes himself up, looking straight at you.

he looks a bit too cheery for his own good, his eyes filled with an unfamiliar shine to you. he looks mesmerized by you for a few seconds before shaking it off and asking:

“is this seat taken?”