a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. The exercise is meant for you to just start writing from the prompt you're given. Let your imagination go and not over think. I don't own Twilight.

Continuous story and the time changes in this prompt. The age is late twenties.

Word Prompt: Subway

Plot Generator - Binding Blurb: In 500 words of fewer, write a blurb or a short entry about gossiping in the workplace.

"I can't believe that bitch got me written up."

"What did you expect, Ang? You can't hack emails-"

"Excuse me. It was not emails - plural. Get it right, B."

"Okay. Email," I said, dragging out the 'L'. "The point is you can't hack people's email just because you're IT and think that you won't get written up. Hell, you could have gotten fired!"

"What are you, my mother? I know I could have gotten fired but nobody likes that bitch and it was just a joke."

"Yeah and who's laughing now? Lauren."

"Bitch aint laughing. She crying in her pillow because Ben keeps me warm at night instead of the thirty cats she sleeps with."

I giggled at Angela's antics and looked to see if anyone was eavesdropping. The C hurtled roughly downtown during rush hour and even though everyone was packed in, no one was giving us a second glance. I never got used to the distance you could feel from living here. The closer I lived to people, the farther away they got.

The subway screeched to a stop and bodies rushed off and on the heated car. Heavy layers were necessary for survival during the winter but they killed me underground. I started to scramble towards an empty seat sit and cool off.

"Girl, what are you doing? We're next. Leave that seat for someone who needs it."

I rolled my eyes and reclaimed my hand's position on the crowded pole. The subway jerked away from the station, unintelligible noise squawking through the speakers.

"You told Alice about the change?"

"Yeah, I texted her before we got down here. She'll probably be late."

"That's cool. You're not going to want to leave this spot so she can be as late as she wants."

"Cool," I said, feeling the excitement bubbling. Alice's promotion kept her working long, odd hours so I loved when we were all able to hang out.

The train hit the brakes for the next stop and I tried to not jolt forward. I was never as cool as Angela. She never jerked around awkwardly. She swayed her way through the irregular beats of the train cars and when the doors slid open she was on the move, making her way swiftly through the throngs of people. I dodged bodies, weaving my way to keep up with her. Once at the top, we zipped up and headed north. I tightened my scarf because even one block of walking could leave your teeth chattering. I kept pace with Angela while fishing out my cell and beanie. Maneuvering the city with her for three years conditioned me to do whatever I had to do while still walking. I looked down at my phone, expecting a reply from Alice and stopped dead in my tracks from the text I saw.

In town. Want to see u. I know where u live too so… ;)