Andrew Joseph Minyard

The old commuter train pulled up to the platform where Andrew, slightly frozen, had been standing for a couple of minutes. It was November, a cold and dreary time.
*Entering the train car, he approached the empty seats next to the red-haired guy, whom he had seen many times before. Three seats were free, large enough to lie down. He glanced at the guy; he was lying on his side on the seats, slightly huddled from the cold. When the guy opened his eyes, he invited Andrew with a glance to lie down opposite. To which the blond silently agreed and lay down on the seat. They had been riding the same trains together for several months now; Andrew had already seen him a couple of times at college. Neil must be studying there. Andrew closed his eyes and dozed off.

• About 10 minutes later,
  He was awakened by the disgruntled voice of an elderly woman trying to push the boy's legs off the seat, cursing at the shameless youth who disrespect the older generation. Seeing no reaction from the boy, she left, and Andrew watched her go. His attention shifted to the red-haired man whose blue eyes were studying his face.