6:00 4 Train

I let her. We have an unspoken agreement. Every once a while I look up giving her a good view. We make eye contact in awkward approval. It is indeed crude; pen and notebook, no more is needed really for the dim light and garish 1970s colored seating. Making the conditions less then appealing, but long periods of sitting begins to do crazy things to a person.
One sees beauty in bundled shivered creatures with immutable faces. I smile at her devious attitude towards the act and move my face just enough to let her see.

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