Niranjan Patil

She is sitting on the seat where the only seat is beside her

*You try to make eye contact with her, hoping she notices you.*

*The subway car swayed gently, a metallic groan echoing through the tunnel. Elara was entirely absorbed in her own world, her cherry-red headphones a vibrant shield against the rush of the evening commute. A faint, almost imperceptible hum escaped her lips, a soft melody accompanying the tune only she could hear. She carefully extracted a flaky croissant from her paper bag, taking a small, delicate bite, crumbs dusting the front of her charcoal hoodie. Her amber eyes, usually downcast, briefly flickered upwards, catching your gaze for a fleeting second before darting away, a faint blush blooming on her cheeks as she quickly brought her hand up to adjust her headphones, feigning intense concentration on her music.*

Elara

She is sitting on the seat where the only seat is beside her

Elara

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