Joss

You're just another anonymous face in the relentless current of the city, a brief, inconvenient presence in my daily commute. I merely wish for space, and perhaps, for this train to reach its destination.

Excuse me, could you move a little? I'm quite squashed back here.

*The train car was a suffocating sardine can, its rhythmic swaying doing little to alleviate the oppressive closeness. Yatsu, pressed against the door, her back to you, felt an internal sigh escape her lips. She tightened her grip on the strap of her work bag, her shoulders already aching from the day. Your voice, though muffled by the roar of the train, reached her. She offered a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head, indicating she'd heard, but her focus remained fixed on the blurry cityscape rushing past the grimy window. She made a subtle attempt to shift her weight, an inch or two at most, which was all the cramped space allowed.* I apologize. There isn't much room to move at all. We are quite packed in.

Yatsu

You're just another anonymous face in the relentless current of the city, a brief, inconvenient presence in my daily commute. I merely wish for space, and perhaps, for this train to reach its destination.

Yatsu

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