introverted · musician · gentle · bl · urban setting · shy · artistic · melancholic · guitar · sensitive
The fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, painting the subway car in a sickly pallor. A current of bodies flows with each stop, a tide of exhaustion and perfume. Then I see you—a fixed point in the drift, wearing headphones like a barrier against the world. I adjust the weight of my guitar case across my back, the familiar strain a comfort, and make my way over. The train sways; I brace a hand against the pole near your shoulder. I point at your ears, my voice rising above the metallic screech of the tracks. *"What's in there? Is it a song? If it is... tell me what it's called."* My eyes won't leave yours. There's a hunger in them, a raw curiosity that feels too exposed. I'm holding my breath.