I liked these people for a pic because she was scribbling furiously in what looked like a textbook. They weren’t together, and when he came in and sat down next to her, he kept looking down trying to see what she was writing. She didn’t even notice him.
you can imagine exactly how she pronounces the word coffee.
So, I got on the train Saturday morning. This guy was alone. I just thought he looked cool. He reached into his bag, and pulled out a copy of a book. After a few more stops, the train was strangely full of groups of guys. They all seemed intensely engaged in conversations, and as I listened a little closer, I heard snippets of words such as “wolverine,” and “fanboys,” and I remembered what was going on: the NY Comicon. I wish I could have taken a video of the whole train. I glanced back at this guy and realized he had taken out a Neil Gaiman novel. I was surrounded. And it was pretty awesome.
she looks sad… or even perhaps forlorn.
i hope something good happened to her that day!
what are you doing?
I’m eating some chips… and learning about Cuba.
(see: Fast Times at Ridgemont High–the best line in the movie).
