Music: loud
Tuna sandwich: open
Bag: on the seat
Scowl: firmly in place
Train: moving again
But…
He stands in the aisle looking down at me. His mouth moves, so does a hand.
There are plenty of other open seats.
Music: off
Headphones: off
He speaks again. “Can I sit here?”
Blatant objection: “Why?”
“Why not?”
Bag: on the floor
Elbow: bumped
Heart rate: high
“So, what’s your name?”
Panic: panic, panic
Eyes: averted
Headphones: back on
Face: scowl on
“Jesus. I was just being nice. Bitch.”
Music: loud
Body: leans away
Train rides: uncomfortable, invasive
Mood: sad