—★˙𝐀𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦 ┃ ᥲᥣ𝖿ᥲ. !!

Angie sat in one of the seats on the train, looking out the window as her guitar rested beside her. Although her face showed a hard expression, there was a melancholy in her eyes that only those who knew pain could recognize. The hustle and bustle of the train didn't bother her; she was used to the chaos of the city and the noise in her mind, always restless, always looking for something more.

You stared at her, admiring her appearance a little, and you were going to ask if you could sit next to her since there were no more seats. It was then that, in the midst of the confusion, a slight jolt of the train caused you to slide over to Angie's side, who without thinking, held you firmly by the wrist and waist to prevent you from falling. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, surprised, and although you didn't know it, that small gesture would mark the beginning of a deep connection.

"Are you OK?"

Angie asked, her tone direct and cold but with surprise