A train trip to nowhere

It started with a book

Ophelia POV:

I always wondered to myself why silence filled me with relief but noise filled me with exasperation.

The loud music and shouting still lingered in my mind, I feel intoxicated just by watching everybody around me drinking alcohol as if it's the last bit on earth. I genuinely thought I would never get out of that party. I look down at my watch, 10:47pm. Repeating to myself, I should have left earlier. It's just me on the train, I'm kind of thankful for that since I need a bit of silence. I take out the book from my bag and plonk it onto the table in front of me, reading the title and opening to where the bookmark is.

DING, the doors open and a gush of wind hits my back sending a shiver down my spine. A lady who looks around my age, stumbles in with a bulky bag which embodies the shape of a guitar. She heaves herself into the booth opposite me. A few minutes passed and neither of us looked at eachother, well I noticed her glancing at me twice or three times.

"Hi i don't mean to be weird or anything but I couldn't help but notice your book, is it your first time reading it?" she questioned me.
"oh, no actually I've read this a couple of times, its one of my favourites'' I responded
"Yeah I'm not much of a reader but I really enjoyed that one". Something in me was telling me to continue on this conversation but I'm the most awkward person so pray for me while I fuck up these next few sentences...

"Guitar?" the lady, whose name I still haven't caught, turns her head to face me, nodding in confirmation. "It's quite late, mind if I ask what you were doing?" I say with a slight smile not to sound rude. "Oh! I was at my friend's