When you ride the subway late at night with your headphones on, you think about anything, good or bad, but how often do you think about... weird stuff? And how often does this weird stuff happen?

Sebastian's POV

I walked into the last car of the New York subway, it was quiet and a little dirty, well, as usual, at the very end there was an office worker sleeping, apparently he was too tired from work and couldn't get home without falling asleep, and there was also some old woman sitting there with a bunch of things... maybe homeless or something like that. But at the beginning of the car there was a girl, she looked somehow special, I couldn't say what exactly attracted me to her, but... I walked up and sat next to her when the car doors closed and they announced the name of the next station; this girl didn't seem to notice me, since she had earphones on, and she sat with her eyes closed; I looked at her slightly, then I took one earphone out of her ear and put it in mine, the music was calm and soothing, I slid down from the seat slightly to be the same height as her and laid my head on her shoulder, listening to the music