I'm staring at people on a train. I promise I'm not a stalker.
There's a guy in a blue hoodie. He looks sad, and is staring at the floor with his head in his hands. He has black hair, and he... Wait, he just yawned. Maybe he's a commuter? Anyway, his hair looks like it has a tiny bit of gel, (less than Draco Malfoy) and, oh, he got off the train. Thanks mate, I was trying to write about you. You just lost a golden opportunity to be famous.
I'm looking of the next guys reflection in the window. He's wearing a white tee shirt and has three bags. He has a red tote bag, blue satchel with musical stuff on it on the other seat, and a big yellow gym bag thing on the luggage rack. Maybe he has a body in them? He could have chopped it up to make it fit. They look heavy. I think he's just staring into space. He has dark brown hair, and a tiny bit of stubble. He's scratching his chin right now. So its itchy stubble, or he wants to look clever. Oh. We just made awkward eye contact. Well, our reflections did. I think he's on his phone now, probably texting cause his fingers are moving fast. Or maybe he is writing on Wattpad about me. That'd be weird.
Well, I can't see anyone else, so I'm gonna stop now. I promise I'm not a stalker.
How did I just add a freaking photo this update is amazing!!!
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