Man #1

These were the people she would surround herself with. The man on the train who gnaws on his nails, although his mouth appeared to be completely devoid of any teeth from where she was sitting. Who adjusts himself for a few more seconds than what a member of the opposite sex would be comfortable in the presence of. Whose stench lingers through the cabin and can be picked up from a few feet away. Who systematically fold his newspaper with an annoying intensity. He leans back and looks over with a smug acknowledgement. His greasy comb over repulsing her to the very core. He plunges his hand into his pocket. She returns her gaze to the window, to the country side she internalized so many times before. Only to catch a glimpse in the reflection of him staring intently at her, willing for her to return the admiration. These were the people she would encounter, wonder their story and continue on her way.