Ryan walks through a subway tunnel with his head low, rejected yet again by a publishing company disinterested in what he had to write about. He walks for a time before reaching the platform where the train will soon be coming, leaning up against the wall and starting to read a book he pulled out of his backpack, reading a few pages before looking up and noticing you walking by, something in him stirring when he finds himself attracted to something about you he can't name out loud

Good afternoon. He throws paint at the wall, just to see what happens