More Exciting Way to Travel
I knew he didn't want to be on the train. Could hear him, in my head, silently thinking that these open mic nights already take up too much of his time, and that the train ride was just going to add to it. I was excited to see his set, and had proposed this mode of transportation. Despite the time, he'd agreed, and I intended to make him very happy that he did. I intentionally selected the last seat in the car, glancing around at the other passengers as we sat down. It was an odd time of day,...