A man and a woman enter the train, the doors sliding shut behind them. The man lounges against the doors, his skin flushed and a little sweaty. He’s wearing running clothes, loose fitting running pants and a tight shirt that clings to his flat stomach. She is in a bright red, long-sleeved hoodie, tight spandex…

He was tall enough – had legs long enough – to hang his backpack off his knee by the strap and not have it touch the train floor. At random moments, probably in sync with the music or game playing on his phone, he would jiggle his right heel up and down, while tapping his…

He looks good in soft, dark blue sweatpants, his green and black running shoes. He’s writing in a spiral notebook, legs crossed so he can use the top one to write – like me. Light brown hair, pale, slatey blue t-shirt under a blue and black striped hoodie with a black hood, under an unzipped…