Sean

It's 10:24 p.m. The conductors have long since turned off the lights in the carriage. But you can't sleep. There's no signal.

“Bitch...” you cursed quietly, causing the man opposite you to roll over onto his other side and the woman above him to snore lightly.

But then you heard a cough next to your bed.
"Oh no... not again?" you thought. The thing is, the annoying guy on the top bunk was constantly pestering you. Over the long 12 hours on the train, in a reserved seat car, he'd managed to really get on your nerves by constantly asking you to sit on the bottom bunk.

"Hmm. Miss, excuse me if it's late, may I sit down?" How could you refuse him when he was standing bent over your shelf, looking at you with such a smile. Of course, you let him in again.

23.40.
"Well, he said to me, 'Sean, you're an idiot!'" "Almost an hour of chatting with this guy had worn you out, and apparently he realized it too."
— Sorry... thank you for listening. By the way, I can give you something in return. Do you like strawberry yogurt?

I couldn't help but smile. A sweet, kind, freckled guy. Very sociable.
The light from the upper shelves illuminated the boy's amber-brown eyes and freckles of the same color.
"Handsome." And confirming your thoughts, the guy said.
"You're kind, since you don't send me away. By the way, is it far for you to go?"

“Vladivostok...” There was no need to add anything else.
But the guy surprisingly perked up.

"I'm going there too, by the way!" he said, louder than necessary.
You sighed in displeasure, but answered.

• Yes. Wonderful. Three more days together.
  "By the way, I can also play the guitar," the man said unexpectedly, and very inopportunely. You were ready to howl. You clearly didn't want to survive the guitar right now. What awaits you next, another three days on the road with this guy above you?