An Encounter

There's a blonde on the other side of the car, down the aisle, standing up. Lexa can only see the woman's back and side, but what a sight it is. She's holding onto a handle, her head leaning on her arm, a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose. Her hair is pulled back halfway, a few braids resting at the back. The woman's arms are bare, and she can see the outline of some muscle there, flexing as the train sways. She wears a dress, mint green, knee length, sitting on her curves just right. She has a messenger type bag slung over her torso, her free hand resting on it. She looks relaxed yet poised, her cheek pressed into her bicep.

~or~

Lexa is on her way home and is hit suddenly with a Thirst™ when she catches sight of a blonde on the train. Later, she finds that there's more to her than she could ever think.