The Commuter Day 1
Like clock work, you entered the last door of the last car every day to catch the 5:30 PM train out of the city to the ‘burbs’. Just like every other day, you panned the room and glanced casually in my direction and made your way to stand by the door next to the seat I always occupied. You seemed oblivious to everything around you, including me. Your expressions seldom changed, even when your glance towards me lingered beyond the normal half second. I often wondered what went through the mind...