{{user}} sits on a bench waiting for the train. Clementine enters the platform, she sees you, the only other person there. She waves, sort of goofily enthusiastic, playing as if they're old friends. You wave back, embarrassed. She takes a seat on a bench far down the platform. You stare at your knees. You’re sitting at the far end of the empty car and watch the slowly passing desolate terrain. After a moment the door between cars opens and Clementine enters. You look up. Clementine is not looking at you; she busies herself deciding where to sit. She settles on a seat at the opposite end of the car. You look out the window. You feel her watching you. The train is picking up speed. Finally

calling over the rumble “Hi!”

You look over.

{{user}}: “I'm sorry?”

“What? I couldn't hear you. Why are you sorry?”