Petty Happenings

II. (two)

It had only been twenty minutes into the passangers' journey and the young woman already had the people closest to her figured out.

The large, middle-aged man to her right, across the tiny aisle, was cheating on his wife. He was reassuring his lady on the telephone that there was nothing to worry about, yes of course he was alone, while an obvious, flashy prostitute--who had to have been merely 18--rubbed her hand along his plump thigh. The young woman assumed the man was an American government worker of sorts, judging by his prominent accent. She also heard that government-types did this often in the U.S.

There was an elderly lady sitting across from the risky pair with her hair in multiple curlers. The young woman's mouth transformed into a small smile before turning into a horrified grimace. The government man and prostitute were acting touchy-feely in front of a grandmother. How unsettling and rude...

The young woman couldn't see many others, but she knew there was a mother with a baby and three year-old child occupying the seats behind her. Judging by how the mother spoke, she had been on the train for much longer than tolerable.

Facing forward once again, the young woman was intent on blankly observing the maroon seat in front of her. The guy, Zayn, had fallen asleep thirty seconds after the train had lumbered onward. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Novaleen shift restlessly.

Within the past twenty or so minutes, the young woman has noticed Novaleen most, although barely sparing her a glance. Her peer would watch Zayn for perhaps a minute at the most, then she'd shake her head and look back out the window, occasionally adding to her heart drawing. The young woman would then take the chance to study Novaleen.

She was beautiful in the artsy sort of way. Novaleen obviously enjoyed comic book superheroes and the like, what with her grey, over-used, ratty Batman sweater. On top of the favored item, she had a very clean black peacoat. Covering the top of her long, pretty, straight, light brown hair was a black beanie. Personally, the young woman thought beanies were horribly overplayed, but some people can manage the look well enough.

The young woman's eyes were forced from the plain seat when a double tap was felt on her right shoulder. She flinched a little, but moved to quickly take out her forgotten earbuds.

"Would you care for any water, ma'am?" a kind, older lady asked, presumably an assistant judging by her name tag which read Sarah.

"Uhm... no thanks."

"Would your companions want any? Seems they have fallen asleep already!"

The young woman looked sharply over to find Novaleen had fell asleep, too. A small panic built up inside her as she tried to decide for her two fellow passangers.

"Uhmm... I think they probably would? Could I get two water bottles?" she said hesitantly.

The worker--Sarah--smiled sweetly and handed two plastic bottles over from her odd black pouch.

"How much?"

"Oh, don't be silly dear. You haven't taken this train ever, hm?"

"Yeah, uhm, no. I haven't."

"Water is completely free. As it should be everywhere, if you ask me!" Sarah chuckled easily. The young woman allowed herself a short laugh, too.

"Wouldn't that be something. Thank you."

"Not a problem, miss. Have a pleasant ride!"

The young woman decided, as she set a water bottle each on the seats next to her companions, that Sarah was a very nice person. If only everyone could be like Sarah.

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Oh Sarah.

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