It’s been a long night. My feet hurt from standing so much. Getting a seat on the train after that kind of nigh, relief.
The space between me and the next person, snug, but we’re both comfortable.
Here she comes.
She isn’t really going to sit between us is she?
Yes! Yes she is!
She apologizes as she squeezes between us.
We both look at her, giving her the look you give someone when your angry, but prefer your face to do the talking.
She looks back at us both, totally clueless.
“Can you guys move over?”