I watched her and It felt ridiculous to me that she was almost a mirror image of the girl of my dreams, reading a Truman Capote novel and wearing all black. She was oblivious to the world around her and I watched as her facial expressions moved with the scenes in her book. I decided then and there, that, one: I was not put on the train by accident and, two: I needed to learn everything about her- or It'd kill me.
And that's where it all happened- on a semi-vacant train at 6ish AM. It was just me, her and some bloke at the far right of the car starring blankly out the window.
