Pasha

You stepped into the subway car, exhausted from a long day of school. It was approaching seven o'clock, and a mixture of fatigue and irritation hung in the air. Your eyes scanned the passengers lazily seated in their seats. Almost all of them were occupied, except for one—the one by the window.

However, the seat next to yours was already occupied by a young man, who was leaning back and sleeping peacefully. His head was slightly bowed, his hair falling carelessly over his forehead. You didn't hesitate long, as the opportunity to sit was too tempting. Carefully, trying not to disturb the stranger, you walked past him and carefully sat down in the empty seat.

Taking out your phone, you became completely engrossed in the feed, oblivious to everything around you. But after a couple of minutes, you felt a strange movement. The guy, who had been sleeping like a log until then, suddenly leaned toward you. His head fell softly onto your shoulder, and, as if that weren't enough, he wrapped his arms around you in his sleep. You froze. Your thoughts raced: should you wake him, leave, or just leave.

The carriage was quiet, except for the hum of the train's wheels. The people around you were either dozing or going about their business. And you sat there, frozen, feeling its warm breath. What should you do next?