Prompt from: all unwritten over at LJ :)
Gotta thank kcatlin for her prompts and for reading it through first :)
She remembered Mac saying not even a few weeks ago that commuters were creatures of habit. Same car, same seat, same time. And she was no exception. Everyday after work, she'd head down the subway, wait the usual 10 minutes for the train, and head onto the third car and she'd sit on the seat next to the door.
Alone
She didn't mind being alone on the subway, quite the contrary. She liked the time to gather her thoughts, watch other commuters, listen to her I-pod, or plan her outfit for her next date with Danny.
She looked up as the train fast approached the station. She took a deep breath, bracing herself, ready to face the crowds rushing onto the train.
Eventually, she fought her way through, as usual. And headed for the same seat, but, somebody had sat in it. She looked round, willing for someone to notice. She desperately wanted to say something but what? That's my seat?
She moved to sit in the seat next to the one she normally did, but it didn't feel right, she couldn't believe it, but she was actually angry at the person reading the newspaper, sat cross-legged in her seat. How dare they?!
She slumped on the chair and sighed, heavily, whilst setting her bag down. She took out her magazine that she had just bought and began flicking through the pages, not even paying attention to what was on the pages. She looked at the person sat next to her, with their whole upper body hidden by the New York Times. Judging by the way they were sat, she was thinking male, early 30's… She shuddered to herself, making a mental note to stop taking her work home with her.
She put her magazine away and sighed again, uncrossing her legs, and then re-crossing them, making sure she got some more sighs in and amongst. She heard a chuckle. Surely he wasn't laughing at her was he?
"Excuse me Sir, do you have a problem?"
She looked on, and listened for his response, but… nothing.
"Sir?"
Still. Nothing…
Right then, fine. She thought to herself.
She sat back, and uncrossed her legs again in a huff. Suddenly she heard the paper ruffle, and a voice spoke.
"Jeez, you try to do something nice for your girlfriend and she nearly takes the paper you're reading off you and hits you with the damn thing, just 'cause you're sat in her damn seat"
She turned and looked at the person who was still hidden by the newspaper in shock.
"Danny?"
Finally he moved the paper from his face
"Hey Montana, surprise!"
"What you doing here Danny?"
"I don't like you ridin' alone on the subway, so I thought I'd pick you up."
"On the subway?" she looked at him as if he was stupid.
"Yeah, I thought I'd meet you here,"
"You thought you'd sit in my seat?"
"Yeah, that a problem?"
"Yeah," she smiled
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, you're sat too far away from me"
He stood up and took her hand, pulling her up. "Let me fix that then"
He grabbed hold of the hand rail and pulled her close, letting her snuggle into his chest.
Looking around at the other commuters she smiled.
Maybe being alone on the subway wasn't that fun after all.
The Prompt was "Alone on the subway"