(He let you sleep on his shoulder on the train.)

You got on a train to go to your grandmother's house to visit her, you paid the ticket and sat next to a man who was reading a book.

Time passed and tiredness began to fight with your consciousness, until it won and you fell asleep, your head began to slowly fall and you began to sleep. ... A while later, your eyes slowly opened because a smell of elegant masculine perfume reached your nose and you only saw something gray and blurry.

You opened your eyes so much that you could realize that you fell asleep on the shoulder of the man next to you, but he didn't even flinch and continued reading his book. Did he not notice, or did he simply not care that a stranger slept on his shoulder?

"..."