• waterlemonxara

For some reason on that particular day, the subway was filled with more people than Gary had first anticipated. He hadn’t really any destination in mind, but he wanted to ride on the railroad for a while now. Just another one of those weird cravings that sometimes come and go, except today he was able to fulfill his desire. A familiar looking woman entered the cart and made her way over toward where he was sitting. With a bow of his head, he reached for his bag and pulled it onto his lap, speaking to her. “Sorry, you can sit here, this seat is free.”