The 5 o'clock Train

noticed

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Beware the chapters are very short, but think of them more like stanzas rather than chapters. Enjoy!

For someone who seems to not want to interact with anyone, he doesn't do a good job of staying unnoticed. Or I guess that's the point.

His aura is just impossible to ignore. Cold, stony, don't-mess-with-me posture, two rows from the back of the train.

The train is busy, but the seat next to him is empty. The Jack Frost persona, paired with the dark hoody covering his face and beat-up sneakers stretched out to the side, keeps the spare seat empty for the next few stops.

I never took note of people on trains before, but I guess moving to a new city means you pay attention to everything out of the ordinary. In a seemingly upbeat city, his presence seemed to go against the grain.

A sturdy old woman who gets on a few stops later doesn't detect the icy demeanour - or doesn't care about it, more likely - and takes the last empty seat next to him.